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"Do you have a written authorization from Noah?" Mara asked Mr. Ames.

Mara kept her expression neutral. They had many bereaved come in with parcels—token things meant for safekeeping. But the woman’s fingers were rough in the way of hands accustomed to labor, not city polish. There was a faded scar along the outside of her thumb. the mortuary assistant fitgirl repack new

Mara liked to do the small things. She smoothed the sheet over his jaw, then reached for the tiny bottle of baby oil the staff kept for bedsore prevention. It was not part of procedure; it was a private ritual for her hands. She warmed the oil between her palms and gently applied it to Noah’s lips, as if the cool, pale mouth might remember warmth. Sometimes, she thought, that slight grace made a difference for whoever would see the deceased last. "Do you have a written authorization from Noah