CHAPTER 12 An Undertaker's Delight

The air in the dimly lit chamber carried a musty scent, heavy with age and secrets long forgotten. As we stepped inside, the faint aroma of ancient wood mingled with the cool, damp air, sending shivers down my spine. Before us lay a neat file of ornately carved caskets, arranged side by side like sentinels in an undertaker's lair. Each one seemed to hold its own story, waiting to be uncovered. "Turn on your torch," Lord Abercrombie instructed, his voice low and urgent. "We need to see what lies within." I fumbled for my torch, the click of the switch breaking the silence of the chamber. With a soft hum, the beam of light dispelled the dense darkness, revealing the rows of caskets stretching deep into the recess. As my torch illuminated the scene, Lord Abercrombie lit a lantern, its flickering flame casting eerie shadows on the walls. I could see the question forming in his eyes, anticipating my curiosity. "Those creatures," Lord Abercrombie began, his voice grave, "have weaknesses