All the cities were the same.
The first was the blueprint for them all. There were the high places, lighted and mobile with traffic, the sumps of darkness where the thick mist crawled. Through them ran rivers, to which steps sloped down, and under the rivers lay the dead, as they lay under the streets.
He was silent, but behind him, more silent still, the two ghosts of the dogs padded. Sometimes they would pause to examine some odor or essence. Sometimes they slipped a little ahead. Then they would wait for him, nose his hands, and fall back once more.
-Personal Darkness, Tanith Lee, 1993
(next weekday reading will be from Heartbeast by Tanith Lee–werewolves!)