I fell on all fours, and my lungs whooped.

I crawled. The frost gathered on my lips, icicles hung from my

moustache, I was white with the freezing atmosphere.

I was a dozen yards from it. My eyes had become dim. “Lie down!”

screamed despair; “lie down!”

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