On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaafiai

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time. There were animal tracks
in the mud surrounding a puddle in a tire rut. Probably goats. Scattered around were
shreds of striped cloth with blackened edgesremains of curtains or clothingand a
smashed-in window frame draped across a bushand everywherethe smell of damp
soot. This was their paththeir shortcut. He folded the map awayand as he
straightened from picking up the coat and was slinging it around his shouldershe
saw it. The otherssensing his movementturned roundand followed his gaze. It
was a leg in a tree. A mature plane treeonly just in leaf. The leg was twenty feet up
wedged in the first forking of the trunkbaresevered cleanly above the knee. From
where they stood there was no sign of blood or torn flesh. It was a perfect legpale
smoothsmall enough to be a child’s. The way it was angled in the forkit seemed
to be on displayfor their benefit or enlightenment: this is a leg.
The two corporals made a dismissive sound of disgust and picked up their stuff.
They refused to be drawn in. In the past few days they had seen enough.
Nettlethe lorry drivertook out another cigarette and said“Sowhich way
guv’nor?”
They called him that to settle the difficult matter of rank. He set off do [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

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