"I walk inside the dying remains. Its worn surface a mute testimony of a by gone day. Beneath the floor the roar of the beast is but only the echo of the rushing torrent. Above I see a tiny mound, last year’s home to a graceful tenant, undisturbed by the raging. As I turn to go, the floor seems to quiver and I race to the safety of the bank. " 
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