It snowed in Chang'an City for three days and three nights, freezing the bluestone on Zhuque Street to a crisp. Da Goose huddled in the corner of the morgue, staring at the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall as it crossed midnight - this was her third year as an undertaker at the "Palace of the Past", and it was also the countless time she had guarded a silent body in the cold night.
