The Distant Metropolis

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The chisel tip bit into the clay tablet, vibrating with a frequency that I felt not in my ears but in the molars of my jaw. I was forty-two years old, tenured, and sitting in the basement archive of the University of Chicago’s Near Eastern Studies department, trying to decipher a line of Sumerian that had eluded three previous scholars. The funding for my department was due in three days, and...

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