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It was such a quiet night, peaceful even. Cathal was enjoying that cool air hit his dirty face, though the sweat drenching his body was immediately growing cold once he was half way through the job. Cold nights gave him the excuse to always wear his favourite and only coat. It hung along on autumn tree that stood over the back of the grave he worked away on.The jacket was black, long and old with leather straps that accompanied the sleeves. The front to close the coat up was double buttoned at each clip point with faded silver caps. He didn't wear it enough considering the heat he'd endure when working in his graveyard.His graveyard, no on...