Chapter Five
The Crypt
We walk down a dimly lit stairwell. Behind thick, wooden doors at the end of a long corridor lies the famous crypt. We enter the bright candlelit room and I close the doors behind me. A marble epitaph is etched into the floor under which our Founder’s remains are interred. Above the inscription is a long altar with several candles burning on top and many others which have not been lit.
“This is the Sacred Crypt of St. Sebastian. Our Founder’s remains are buried here. People often come to light candles and pray for those who are sick,” I say, my soft voice filling the chamber.
Dorothy silently lights a candle and kneels before the altar.
“I’d like to have some privacy, Joseph. Are you able to lock the door?” she asks.
“I believe so, yes,” I say.
I lock the do
