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In Uruk’s mud-brick sprawl, Thoth found Gilgamesh, his frame a mountain of muscle, his eyes weary from endless quests. Enkidu, wild and loyal, sat beside him, their table strewn with clay cups and spilled beer. “What’s that green stone?” Gilgamesh asked, his voice rough with curiosity. “Immortality,” Thoth said, meeting his gaze. “A gift for Read more