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... confirming that the sound was not his imagination.
Drip... drip...
It was slow, steady, repeating. It was like the sound of water dripping.
A faint sense of relief spread through his tired mind. A smile crept over his face. His luck was really good. He was finding this more easily than ever.
He adjusted his grip on the sword and slowly moved toward the direction of the sound, making sure not to rush.
In the black forest, rushing was equal to inviting death ...
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