A Path Up the Spine                                    -      N      - 
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The scraping sound of bone on bone is not unlike the sound of a coffin
being closed shut.  Before you lays a mammoth skeleton, larger than any
creature you have ever imagined much less seen.  A blazing sun has long ago
bleached the bones and any trace of flesh, scales or innards has long since
decayed.  The smell here is briny but not bad.  The skeleton's spine heads
upward and forms a crude trail, perhaps a closer look is in order.