The Pilgrimage of Piltdown Man O'Leary MikePaperback / softback
"Once upon a time...there was the Weald. Much of the Weald was smoke and flame - a place of blast furnaces and molten iron - and the mine pits; still, deep, dark cooling pools, from which would come…
Specifikacia The Pilgrimage of Piltdown Man O'Leary MikePaperback / softback
"Once upon a time...there was the Weald. Much of the Weald was smoke and flame - a place of blast furnaces and molten iron - and the mine pits; still, deep, dark cooling pools, from which would come the hiss of steam when white hot iron was plunged in.And scattered throughout the Wealden forest there were those charcoal burners' enclosures - the hut and the kiln, the piles of cut limbs and branches, and the solitary, wrinkled charcoal burner.And when the charcoal burner died, as often as not his body rotted away in solitude and there was no-one to miss him, as the forest retook the enclosure - and the hut and the kiln subsided back into the ground. Sometimes bits of body were collected - no-one knew by whom.Someone dark. Someone with a book. Bits of body were fixed together - bits of this, that and the other. Higgledy piggledy
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