The name.

The language they spoke.

The community they were part of.

The stories they knew.

The things they cared about.

All of it dissolved into the soil over the millennia.

What was left was what teeth always leave: the hardest part of the body, the part that resists destruction, the part that carries in its mineral matrix the chemical traces of a lifetime’s worth of encounters with food and drink and — in this case — betel nuts.

The teeth carried, locked in their enamel, the evidence of a habit.