"We use crystallized threadlight. Similar to a funeral urn, but instead of ashes, we have memories. It's better this way. Without any graves to mourn, we can focus on what's good for everyone."
Lucian's fingers tensed slightly. He nodded politely, but the Grimoire in his satchel gave a faint warning flutter. Mayor Prescott's words sounded sweet, but not quite right either.
He stared out the window, hands clasped behind his back. "When we carefully manage loss, it doesn't spread. Our dome makes sure no hauntings or emotions leak through. Austmark continues, functional as ever."
Lucian raised an eyebrow. "Even if people are grieving?"
The mayor's smile returned. "Grief is permitted, of course. In private. But catharsis is a luxury, Mr. Mortician. One we learned to live without. You'll find we run efficiently here—for the good of all."
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