... which had suffered under the onslaught of German bombers, and then suffered the final indignity of being decalcified during the sixties when the church discovered a surplus of saints. The last revellers had long left the pubs. Dawn was still some hours away, and the night had developed an eerie stillness. The streets were empty and cold in the chill of the midnight hour. A faint mist in the air helped to hide his movements. His heavy duty canvas holdall, containing the tools of his trade, went sailing over the churchyard wall. His muscular young body quickly followed it into the neglected graveyard. The faint light from his torch revealed row on row of headstones, in all manner of disarray. Some hung at crazy angles, defying gravity, while others had succumbed to the march of time. Death had visited here, then gone to discover fresher pastures. He hunched his shoulders ...

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