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... quiet.
Drizzle accumulated downwards along the slope of the roof tiles and then dripped down from the eaves. It seemed as if one could hear the sound of its splashing. The bluestone slabs at the doorway have long been washed clean, with a row of shallow pits formed by the dripping water, revealing the purest original color of the bluestone slabs. If you didn't look closely, you might think the rain had stopped.
Song You finally opened his eyes.
The swordsman in the room ...
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