Sat in the pineboard hut that was hemmed around with driven snow were the major and the adjutant. The sun glared through the window over the top of the snow, reflecting white heat from the worktop onto their faces.
The major dabbed his face with oil from a saucer, softly, slowly. His face was reddened and the skin peeled off his swollen nose. He dabbed w…
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