He sat the papers on a pile of documents sitting on the table and leant his shoulder on the arm of the chair. He rested his head on his closed fist.  He was tired. It was the kind of tired that sleep couldn’t fix. His eyes began to slowly droop shut. It was then that he realised there had been a disturbance in the early morning peace that seemed to settle over the camp. The noises and commotion from outside, the dogs barking and the sound of feet running through the snow and boots slamming down on wooden planks, became much more audible. He was accustomed to the noise. For the most part he heard, but didn’t listen to it, and slowly it faded out.

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