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A determined group of searchers, armed with flashlights, combed through the dense forest. As urgency filled the air.
The organized search party, comprised of experts, had been searching for hours, following every hint of a trail. As instructed by their captain.
As they pushed through the underbrush, the sound of gurgling water grew louder, and soon they stumbled upon a crystal-clear stream, its surface reflecting the moonlight like a silver mirror.
As a group came closer to the stream, they noticed footprints in the mud, faint but unmistakable.
"She gotta be around here."
One of the searchers stated as he looked around, while the rest of the team exchanged hopeful glances, their hearts racing with anticipation.
They decided to follow the footprints which led them deeper into the forest, and the darkness seemed to press in around them.
