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His eyes showed some concern. "What now?" Alaric asked. Kaelith didn't say anything; he was looking at the inside of the coffin. I slowly walked up to Kaelith and looked at what he was looking at. Alaric and Simon finally showed up, and the four of us ended up surrounding the coffin. I felt like the air here was really thin, and with that musty smell, I was constantly coughing, but I had to keep it together. The inside of the coffin was cream-colored, with a symbol carved into the bottom. I recognized that symbol—it looked a lot like the curse mark on my neck.

She nods to Shade but answers me, "We don't need to worry about that. Zachariah has a gift sitting back in your room for tonight." Shade gets to his feet and disappears into the back room again, coming back out not long later with 3 small bottles of something. One was gold nail polish, one looked like it had a black powder of some type in it and the other seemed to be a clear cover polish. He started with the gold, doing all my nails, he then used the black powder which once on the gold looked like little stars scattered over my nails, and then he covered them with the clear polish, sealing them all together.

No matter what, he kept his eyes averted as he replied awkwardly, "Thank you." Then, he called for an Uber to bring him to the countryside. Aaron searched in the sea of sunflowers for a very long time. Finally, he spotted my tombstone in a small, secluded spot in the corner. "So, this is where you were buried… He chose a great resting place for you." Aaron took the letter from his pocket and gently placed it in the grave. Then, he took out a carving knife and carved the words "Dearly departed wife" into my tombstone, just before my name.

"Mom, what now?" She ignored him, instead reaching out and grabbing the edge of the coffin lid. The moment her fingers touched the thick iron nails hammered into the wood, her face turned deathly pale. "Those are… nails… Who nailed it shut? Who did it?"

Before anyone further asked any question, Host Hook continued without inhaling breath, “On his times, the family member of the dead person would approach him to mention the specific interests of the dead people to craft on their coffins. This merchant would carve the designs accordingly and he did charge for that.” Nebula told to her boyfriend Quasar, “He becomes a merchant by trading coffins. Why don’t you try that?” Quasar asked Nebula, “How much your parents will give me for that?” Everyone laughed at Nebula and Quasar. Nebula felt humiliated and threw her anger on Quasar. “You want me dead? You are dead now.” Quasar asked Host Hook, “Why do people spend money on coffins?” Adrianna respon

Sundt asked, “We do? Go on.” Becky nodded. "We have two separate counts of the coffins, made at approximately the same time. Phillip Mogollon made one. Your robotic team made the other, the number of those blood samples should be equivalent to the number of corpses in coffins at that time. If the six coffins containing mangled remains are added to the two separate but equal counts, the total, in either case, should be equivalent to the number of coffins and sacks of ashes in the crypt! Only in the case of coffins without sacks of ashes do we have a potential problem."

I grab Layla's hand again as the cab driver drives away. "Are you ready?" I ask. Layla shakes her head yes and we begin walking through the maze of headstones. Layla's POV: I can feel my heart pounding with fear and anticipation in my chest as Nicolae and I near the crypt. He slowly opens the door and takes a lighter from his pocket lighting a small torch just on the inside of the door. Nicolae leads me down a set of stairs then into a large open room. Nicolae slowly goes around the room lighting small torches that line the walls. I can see everything in the room clearly now and a coffin is seated along the left side near the wall. There is a beautifully decorated concrete slab that sits ben

The coffin is exquisite, if Mari were alive and she was asked to pick a coffin for her final resting place she would pick this. Lena doesn't say anything, she just walks up to the coffin and runs her hand over it and then she chokes back a sob. "Eric it's absolutely stunning, she would love it." She tells him and then she goes to hug him. "I'm happy that you like it." He tells her. They both open up the coffin and I lay Mari inside. Eric closes it up and proceeds to recite another spell. The coffin shines bright for a few seconds and then it stops.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Tian and Wu Jiu were so powerful, they would have died here with the old Zombie. Therefore, Pan Zishan and the bald man were filled with admiration and gratitude towards Zhou Tian. "Okay, Mr. Zhou!" Several people shouted in unison and moved the big red coffin over. The coffin was made of fine rosewood, which was quite heavy. But with more people and more strength, the red coffin was quickly moved to the side. Zhou Tian's throat was raised, and he stared at the ground under the coffin. Zhou Tian was shocked and angry. There was a rectangular pit below, which was smaller than the bottom of the coffin, so the coffin could be parked on the top of the pit.

Some I recognized from the renascent rituals, others, I did not. My eyes snagged on a long white box at the middle of the room. It had black and red swirls around it, symbolizing the colors of death in Avalor. Not a box. A coffin. My frown deepened on the realization. Coffins brought into the palace were kept in the royal sanctum, well, the only coffins brought into the palace were for the dead in the royal family. Gawain had been buried. Layna also. Grandmother even. Whose coffin was this and why was it here? The lid of the box was ajar and I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. I approached the box warily, my wings curling and unfurling behind me in anxiety.