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"Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip... " by cinnabonski
Drip...drip...drip…drip… The ceaseless patter of the droplets were a sombre metronome marking his slow slip into oblivion. His ragged breathing, the only other audible noise, but even that felt muffled by the oppressive darkness.

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