"The ways of the underworld are perfect," Ereshkigal whispered.
"Oh, rotting meat, do not question the ways of the underworld."
That's as far as I've gotten with my re-write of The Descent of Inanna: Inanna is dead and hanging on the wall of the throne room. Now comes the hard part: the three days of silence, Ereshkigal's "labor", the kurgarra and
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