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(MastoPrompt 11/7, Mourn)

Curtis knocked on the door of the townhouse and then waited. He'd dressed in all black, as was standard for his trade, but he had a bag with him with a few other options in case he needed to adjust for cultural differences.

Anything more would be an extra fee.

A woman opened the door and then quickly stepped aside.

"You must be the mourner," she said. "Do come in. I haven't had time to mourn at all and I still have so many papers to take care of."

Curtis nodded and followed her inside, mourning already.

"Leave it to me."