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A white SUV, equipped for overlanding with gear on the roof, is parked on a dry desert plain near a towering leafless baobab tree under a clear blue sky. Sparse grass and scattered rocks dot the foreground.

Blood Runs Cold

Most English speakers are familiar with the cliché ‘my blood ran cold’. It occurs to me that for such a phrase to get worn out, many writers had to have been in situations where they were impaled to the spot by terror, rigid with fright, or paralyzed by indecision. Still as bone-old as it may…