Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

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A Different Kind of Ceremony One year later, Amara stood in a community hall that smelled of plastic chairs, old curtains, and tea. There were no white flowers. No violinist. No aunties ranking table arrangements. Just thirtytwo women, four men, a baby...

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