The tunnel was about twice Sap's height and stretched forward further than the torchlight could touch. The ceiling hung with stalactites that dripped continuously. "Homey sort of place isn't it." He slapped at the cold drip that slid down the back of his neck, then brought it back before any of the knives could drop. "Well, what do you say? Look promising to you?" -- The Clearing

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