Chapter 88
§ Miles stumbled and fell. He rested his head on the ground. The breeze blew dry, brittle pine needles into his face and the b****y bandage on his head. Tiny pricks of pain provided a moment of coherent thought and he shuddered as an icy wind worked its way through poorly fastened buttons to sweaty skin beneath. The cold penetrated a delirium that was getting deeper and more difficult to break. The wind blew harder, tugging the front of his parka apart to expose his chest. Worried Wolf Clan warriors caught at his clothing, trying to pull him to his feet. Able to concentrate for the first time in a long time, he crawled on hands and knees to a blowdown and leaned against the rotting trunk. He took advantage of the momentary clarity to look around and take stock of his situation. Absentmi
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