At first he'd struggled to sleep despite the sound, but now he had almost ceased to notice it.

Click, click, click.

It was a rhythm for his journey, a pace setter. Three clicks, and another exhausted step was behind him.

Click, click, click.

He awoke each morning to ferocious light and the taste of blood.

Even when he spat fragments (click) of his teeth (click) onto the ice (click), he felt no (click) pain. The nerves (click) of his jaw (click) were dulled (click) by the cold.

Click.

Click.

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