Last Funeral

In this short story, the coffin is empty - but the ritual is not.In a ruined cemetery shrouded in mist, a procession of veiled mourners carries a coffin carved from obsidian, its lid etched with glowing runes and its interior hollow. The bells toll, even though no church remains. The candles burn cold. And the funeral begins.This is no ordinary burial; the coffin waits not for a body, but for an i...