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The cluster of traffic along James Street broke apart, giving Leonora Spencer an opening. She darted off the pavement and across the narrow lane, careful to avoid a few puddles of icy slush. The first flakes of winter snow had fallen two days ago, followed by a sleeting rain that had coated cobblestones and wood paving blocks around the city in an icy crust. Once across the street, Leo returned to the raised pavement and readjusted the basket in the crook of her arm. The sign for Tate’s Funeral Service was just ahead, and for once, she looked forward to stepping inside. While she detested the scent of lilies that so often permeated the air inside an undertaker’s premises, where the flowers were arranged and ready for funeral processions and graveside burials, her numbed toes would appreciate the warmth of the building’s interior. In truth, she’d been cold all morning while working at the Spring Street Morgue. This time of year, the stone blocks that made up the old vestry-turned morgue absorbed the frigid air and held onto it throughout the day. Despite needing to wear a jacket indoors, and sometimes gloves, Leo vastly preferred the cold to the summer months, when the day’s heat increased the decay of corpses and filled the air with all the unsavory accompanying odors of decomposition. She never flinched at dead bodies, but in the winter, she could at least breathe more easily around them.