THAT HAD BEEN THREE HOURS AGO. Much of his outer right thigh was gone, some of it still lodged between theshrew’s pointed teeth. But this time it brought a mind-numbing frostiness—a chill so deep that it frozehis lungs and rattled his bones. The other half ran across the ground behind them.
For the last two months each of these deadlyencounters had been the same. It wasn't so bad steaming in convoy. ”Tristan narrowed his eyes. Alone, your death is inevitable.
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