HE WAS laid out in on the brown Zimbabwean dirt, his head barely upright, with his eyes closed and mouth slack. His signature jet-black mane was dusted by dirt, his large paws embedded in the ground - and the crossbow that was used to kill him was propped up at his side.
His killer and guide smiled triumphantly, as they posed by the lifeless lion.
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