"She would start mumbling a song in a Neanderthal language and walk around the dying bodies. She picked up soil under her feet with one hand and tossed it on them. And with her other, she sprinkled a layer of crushed red okra from her pouch. Autumn finally took out her flute and blew notes to her decaying companions and soon collapsed, ending the ancient ritual"
---Autumn of the Piltdown People
---Autumn of the Piltdown People
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