💥 The wounded man's pleading, guilty gaze. Sweat, the smell of danger, salty blood with the taste of dust on his chapped lips. His heart pounded loudly, in spurts, drowning out the rumble of the explosion. The click of a gun behind him...
Matvey jerked awake with a start. This dream kept returning, evoking a painful feeling. It was in this dream that the small details and particulars of that operation stood out especially vividly, vividly, evoking the cold hostility of the alien mountains. The group had struggled to escape from that gorge, suffering heavy losses. ================
by Svetlana Klimova
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