I don’t know what I expected, but in movies and films the skeleton is always very neat and orderly, often still hung together somehow as it hangs in dungeon shackles. The reality was much different; the bones were scattered over the area and most of them had been broken open by scavengers to extract the marrow. It was, to put things mildly, a very skeletonized skeleton, and the thought that it had once been not only a person but one I knew turned my stomach.

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