At long last Otzi the Iceman awoke in the museum and pulled the arrowhead from his shoulder. His world was, inevitably, gone. He shattered the glass case that held him and went out to wander the trails again. By the side of the highway a lonely wind cracked his bones. I want to go home, he gasped. Where is home. Nobody knew. He wanted to hunt deer but t…
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