The lightning flashing outside the stained glass window threw multi-colored geometric patterns all over the walls and floor in vibrant pulses, almost like flashing arrows. And all of them pointed to where Appelt's coffin had originally been in the middle of the mausoleum. I leaped out of the coffin to the floor as softly as I could, checking to make sure the door of the mausoleum was still shut. Why hadn't Paul come in here? Or was this just part of his nightmare plans for me?

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