A murder mystery preserved in peat

The summer solstice brings us new Prehistoric and Roman Britain galleries at The British Museum, and the Guardian celebrates same with a nice tie-in piece about the death and times of Lindow Man:
A single brown fingernail lies on the leather bag of his chest, which tapers to nothing where the peat-cutting machine chopped him in two. His arm lies next to him, but these fragments of a body would mean nothing, were it not for the look on his face. A face that is 2,000 years old is not expected to have a "look". Death destroys individuality - but not his. When the remains came rising out of a Cheshire bog in 1984, that deflated torso would turn out to be packed with biological information, clues to a violent death, but it's all there for anyone to see, the full horror of it, in his face. It is the face of the eternal victim, bound and garrotted and thrown into the marsh.
Full article is at the Guardian.

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