I can easily see how the time I have spent learning to write will be useful. With the possibility of endless travels, I now have a way to record my story and more importantly, the places I have hid the goods I have acquired. Who would have ever guessed that a stylus and clay tablet would produce such a wondrous result?
It has become a burden to carry all I possess as I travel. Besides, many items are outdated by the advances of learning. I have no need for them but they hold memories for me still.
I believe I have found the perfect spot to leave my possessions. In an unused chamber beneath the
I heard a funny thing the other day but had to keep my silence for my own safety. In the market by the canals, merchants were repeating a story that Gilgamesh, our king, was the in the great flood story, that is so popular in the lore of this city. Of course I kept silent for if I did not, I surely would have lost my tongue as punishment by the
I now end this entry. My time here grows short and I have to transfer my goods to the chamber without notice. I had, for just a second, thought of revisiting my wife, but I do not know if I can bear it. Instead, I will travel onward.
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Coming next week...
Chapter 3: The Maybe Mr. Carlyle Wasn't Crazy But He Sure Was Close
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