The funeral director had waited until Rex arrived to open the casket. He was concerned, he'd said, about Nicolette's wings. He'd never worked on a Thanagarian before and wanted her wings to stay neat and careful. Now that Rex had arrived, the sad-looking older man walked up and opened Nic's pale pink casket, propped the lid open and stood back to allow Rex and Cindy to look.
All that was there were a few feathers and Nic's mace.
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