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The man on the sand had no top to his head. His skull had been crushed and flattened so hideously that he seemed like a wooden figure resting there -- an anatomical dummy with its skull-case lifted off.
We looked around for the skull-case, hoping we'd find it, hoping we'd made a mistake and stumbled by accident into an open-air dissecting laboratory and were looking at ghastly props made of plastic and glittering metal instead of bone and muscle and flesh.