STANDING on a pitch-dark, icy road in bone-chilling arctic cold, a small tinge of green appeared in the sky. Seconds earlier we had screeched to a halt and jumped from a minibus. At first we could ...
Fingertips burning, I can barely hold my phone steady as Arctic wind whips daggers across my cheeks. My thermal vest has ...
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