Brian Schnack

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He could hear the rub of the rubber on the canyon wall, hear the suck and pull of water coming and receding through the raft’s self-bailing floor. It sounded to him like the breathing of an elk, shot through the lungs and gasping wetly as it knelt to its final bed in the red-soaked grass.
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