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Coal blue eyes look out into the dreary night from the grated entrance. Small soot stained hands grip the grate waiting for the right moment. The blue eyes close for a long second, the grate is old the metal dark with stains of refuse. This night steam rises from within slipping up into the early cool night air. Those blue eyes return to look out the grate now, the way clear. The eyes seem to fade back into the darkness of the drain as the grate scrapes from the wall with a metallic shriek. A well dressed woman steps from the sewer entrance. Almost as if the dead were rising from the graves. If any night were one for the dead tonight would suit them well. A deep fog is forming swirling with the misty …