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…You begin to hear distant sounds…

The hub-bub of city streets…

At first faint…

Grows gradually louder…

Market sellers ply their wares…

Children shout and laugh at their games…

And behind the city sound-scape a lyre weaves its reedy resonances…

*

You find yourself amid a thriving thoroughfare of Uruk…

The sun is high in the sky overhead…

The sand beneath your sandaled feet is warm and dusty…

You are moving against the flow of people who are heading for the central precincts of the Great Walled City…

They babble excitedly to each other…

Straining to get ahead…

They are caught in the moment, focused

And drawn to whatever attraction is pulling them centrally…

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