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utnereader:

The Bone Factory
A constable jerks open the back door of a decrepit Indian-made Tata Sumo SUV—what passes for an evidence locker at this rustic police outpost in the Indian state of West Bengal. A hundred human skulls tumble out onto a ragged cloth covering a patch of mud, making a hollow clatter as they fall to the ground. They’ve lost most of their teeth bouncing around in the back of the truck. Standing next to the truck, the ranking officer smiles. “Now you can see how big the bone business is here,” he says. Keep reading.
Art by Francois Robert
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utnereader:

The Bone Factory

A constable jerks open the back door of a decrepit Indian-made Tata Sumo SUV—what passes for an evidence locker at this rustic police outpost in the Indian state of West Bengal. A hundred human skulls tumble out onto a ragged cloth covering a patch of mud, making a hollow clatter as they fall to the ground. They’ve lost most of their teeth bouncing around in the back of the truck. Standing next to the truck, the ranking officer smiles. “Now you can see how big the bone business is here,” he says. Keep reading.

Art by Francois Robert