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Things are out of hand. The underworld is a mess. If no one will step up to try and put things in order, then I will be going down there tomorrow and you won't see me again until something is working. I can't do my job, properly, until the ghosts go to their final resting places. Meet me at Mors at midnight and we'll go together. If no one shows up, then I'm going to deal with it alone.

When you bring your beloved grandmother to Mors for her final days, please do not expect us to make her look like she is "just sleeping." She is not. She is dead. No amount of expensive makeup and good lighting is going to make her look lively again. And you don't want those of us that can make her get up and do a little jig to do it. This is a really, really lovely color of lipstick. It truly is. And I can see where it looked lovely with her alive-person-skin tone. But she is dead-person now. And bitching at me that she hates what her family has done with her face while they bitch at me that they hate what I've done when I acquiesce to the dearly-departed-but-still-lingering. Just... remember. We are the experts and it is our job to make sure things go smoothly for you. Please trust us to do that job. I am Melinoe Guinevere Blake and this is the hill I will die on.

The souls come and whisper, they swirl around like they're caught in a wind, they look for peace, they want solace, and I can't-

Spring comes quickly. Kore will come back, and then what use will I be?

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