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“Some are kept awake when their toes refuse to warm up even after vigorous jiggling under the bedclothes. Others are cursed with sensitive noses.
Viktor's weak spot was his ears. In winter they seemed to hurt from the moment he left the house. But the discomfort of frozen ears was nothing compared to the agony of letting them thaw. As soon as he returned to the warmth, the earache migrated across the back of his skull, starting at the base and spreading upwards in a wave of pain that no amount o...f aspirin or ibuprofen could conquer. As a child, he had learnt the hard way to take care of his ears, and now, as he trudged towards the village, he saw to it that the drawstrings were pulled as tight as possible on his hood. He didn't especially mind the rain; his priority was to keep out the cold.
And so it was that his hood blocked out the tinny melody barely audible amid the howling wind swirling around him, whipping up the sand and leaves. In fact, if he hadn't left the hopelessly flooded track to shelter under the eaves of Parkum's old customhouse, he might never have heard the ringing in his jacket pocket.MoreLess
Viktor's weak spot was his ears. In winter they seemed to hurt from the moment he left the house. But the discomfort of frozen ears was nothing compared to the agony of letting them thaw. As soon as he returned to the warmth, the earache migrated across the back of his skull, starting at the base and spreading upwards in a wave of pain that no amount o...f aspirin or ibuprofen could conquer. As a child, he had learnt the hard way to take care of his ears, and now, as he trudged towards the village, he saw to it that the drawstrings were pulled as tight as possible on his hood. He didn't especially mind the rain; his priority was to keep out the cold.
And so it was that his hood blocked out the tinny melody barely audible amid the howling wind swirling around him, whipping up the sand and leaves. In fact, if he hadn't left the hopelessly flooded track to shelter under the eaves of Parkum's old customhouse, he might never have heard the ringing in his jacket pocket.MoreLess
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