No hunter had ever dared to follow the great Knifetooth Bear into his Fearful Forest. For beyond it lay a greater peril--the land of _The Nameless_.... _The bones lie light in the fertile soil of Sunset Fields. You can prod them out with a few thrusts of your bare toes. The roots of the big luxurious tree ferns carry skulls and skins and back-bones up to the frond-filtered shining of day, and even the delicately questing purple tendrils of the burrowflower may drag an occasional finger or toe bone from its uneasy rest, so light they lie._…
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