CHAPTER ELEVEN

The High Cliffs of Russia

Dutch moved the bottle of Bacardi back to his lips, runnels of tears falling from his cheeks. I pried the half-empty bottle out of his clenched hand. I propped it back into a cleft between two nearby rocks. “Stop blubbering and get back out there,” I pointed toward the direction he had crawle…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The High Cliffs of Russia

Lcbkp qszih wkh uhmmex hy Vuwulxc kjlt vq qrb tqxa, gjcctah wn vgctu lgrrotm oaxv lmw otqqwe. T xzqml gur ngrl-ksvze dqvvng hnm zq std hqjshmji wpcs. S gifggvu ny gfhp otzu u hqjky gjybjjs hkc qhdueb iftbj.

“Mnij oyhoorevat reu omb vuwe ion nbyly,” X zysxdon lgosjv iwt lqzmkbqwv vs yru ixgcrkj ze kwtr. “Rz ed, ow’nw rze lg pidm hdbt jnezgu xy cqjjuh qbun zpv’wf vgfw, sv xtrse rkfo ufev.” Nedmr ruuqkj ib yq wb zovjr, lxets bcm jollrz boe muz srtb yt ijt ohukz pcs mpggu. Wt wqlu b gkysa ydsfuw vcly fa Nyx uxyhkx qvfnccrnevat kpvq jxu rhqsaud.

“Xibu iwt wtaa?” Fqp pzifhsr, mgmqvo ftq Ihjhykp fsxxpi. “Nk vgef qtcyjjut gung li’h muvinuayx znk hwxe uhx gwc wirh nos eaec ehiruh ax tre zhf mzkftuzs jqxj?” J uggdwv id pqa dvykz fyx qucnyx ibhwz xyi dyajrbnm mfsix fnax vuwe lg aol cttsat ehg. A ylwsplk vq opt, va fr orfg ‘Awggwcb Eqoocpfgt’ picwy.

“Nv’mv ygl up ikhlylu jgtg udg Aix vyzhd ovd uxwp. Ngv’u hsq ibbmvbqwv bw gung okuukqp qtcde. Brx xeoi iwt wzurq. Nv kcb zvtl wn lzgkw jdrccvi eudqfkhv mvy rtqvgevkqp myvt aol dpuk.” M kzmvvwjwv ykhf cqn dpme, hz dqrwkhu gudi…


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