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The tablet
“Don’t brush it so hard,” warned Carla, as if she was the expert. “You can damage the tablet.” She stood behind me, ready to step in. I saw her tucking her long blond hair behind her ears. Slowly and very carefully, I brushed millennia old dust away from cuneiform inscriptions that might reveal the secret I was searching for my whole academic career. Sweat rolled down my forehead, blinding me for a moment. My white t-shirt was already soaked and I had to find a dry spot to wipe away the salty...