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smoke curls softly up after the smell of sulphur fills the air, a man stands in the shadows just outside the moonligts beams... the night is heavy upon the world and the black is like that of a way a coal mine..not a sinlge star flickers upon this eve to provide a glimpse of hope for humanity..the man still stands taking long slow drags off of his cigarette...the water laps gently against the docks and a boat bobs gently up and down as the current sways...clouds are gathering upon the horizon dark and ominous a breeze begins to blow, the clouds move quickly into the water front a driving wind begins to howl like the banshees wail calling a man to his doom...