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It was normally deathly quiet at St. Lascivious'...well it was a graveyard after all. There were the normal night noises, hoots, moans, groans, muted conversations that played at the edges of awareness, & the occasional blood curdling scream, but one got used to that sort of thing once you'd been here awhile...AND Fred had been here a long time. So the flap on wings and a descending aura of shimmering light caught his attention. "Oh my gracious, it's a bleeding angel!"...and it was. She's been pouting on my work table for awhile; & I haven't added anything new to The Grave