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... wind howled over Teruel like the groaning of a dying man.
Inside a commandeered monastery turned field hospital, men moaned on stretchers lined against stone walls.
A kerosene lamp flickered as Major Moreau lay semi-conscious, sweat-soaked and pale, his bandaged side bleeding through.
"Pressure’s dropping again," the field doctor muttered.
"We need to keep him under or he’ll tear the stitches."
Captain Renaud leaned over the table, his face worn from smoke ...
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