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Said Ali tried to stand, but his legs had turned into paper. His skin became parchment. He looked down: his shirt was dissolving into prose. Sentences were crawling up his arms like black ants.

But the room was still lit.

To hold a Kambi Kochupusthakam is to hold a secret. And secrets, as Kerala knows well, are the true underground rivers of any civilization. kambi kochupusthakam