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German South West Africa, 1906Blake came to as the last warmth of the day was being swallowed by the cold desert night. Bluey nuzzled him.
He reached up and touched the animal’s muzzle. Blake looked around, and the simple action of turning his head sent jolts of pain through his skull. He was alone, just him and Bluey.
Blake stood, also painful, and dusted himself down. He carefully touched his forehead and felt a sticky wound and a round bump. One side of his face, he realised, was covered in dried blood, as was the collar and top of his shirt and jacket.
Liesl was gone. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what had happened. After the explosion had knocked him off the wagon he had come to for a few seconds, he guessed, because he had a memory of the German doctor g
