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Malar did not run. She climbed the crooked steps to her attic, where, beyond old trunks and a moth-eaten sari, there lay a wooden chest bound with iron. Inside it was a lamp, smaller than the lantern, blackened by age but carved with a tiny flame motif. Her mother had given it to her when she married, she remembered — "For when everything else fades," she'd said, as if arranging for a future Malar might need it.