Molly’s hand trembled as she pointed toward it. Her voice shook as she whispered, “Anjulie! It’s a skull!”
The woman grabbed the binoculars the girl held out to her. “What? Where?”
“To the right of the pile of raw meat.”
Anjulie studied the skull, then the carcass pile. “Nothing else seems human. It just looks like deer to me—I’ve dressed a lot of them.”
So…
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