For now, he is patient.
He takes a drink from his bidon, tilts it up to his lips and returns it to its bottle cage with practiced fluidity. A nod to one of his compatriots who passes up alongside him as he blinks the headwind away, the sun catching the outline of his long blonde eyelashes. Around him, friends and enemies — in front of him, out of sight,…
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