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There were no tracks of either hoofs or boots.
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There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.
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There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.
There was no real sign of the river now, just a roiling, oily ribbon of liquid movement through muddy waters that reached everywhere.
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