The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the university quad into slick mirrors reflecting the leaden sky above. I sat in my office, the door locked against the drafts and the wandering students, staring at the manuscript spread across my desk. It was a translation of a Sumerian tablet, one that had been unearthed in the ruins of a...

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