ADRIAN'S POVMy eyes widened, disbelief flooding my senses. The river, a moment ago a tranquil ribbon of silver reflecting the afternoon sun, was now a churning monster. A wall of brown water, thick with debris... logs, branches, even jagged rocks – surged towards me with terrifying speed."Fuck". The word escaped my lips as I scrambled back on the rock, trying to gauge the distance to the bank. Just moments ago, I was enjoying the solitude, the quiet gurgle of the water, a rare pocket of peace. Now, survival was the only thing that mattered. I jumped, desperate to reach the riverside, the momentum sending my phone tumbling from my pocket and disappearing into the muddy depths.I was almost there, fingers outstretched, when the leading edge of the surge slammed into me."No, no, no, not this time again…" the words were a desperate plea, a mantra against the rising tide of panic. Instantly, the memory assaulted me: the chaotic scene of the rafting trip, the screams, the feeling of bein
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