They broke into the crypt in the dead of night, sneaking past the low stone wall of the churchyard and not pausing to read the historical markers.
They took a crowbar to the padlocked steel grate, a modern addition to the ancient structure, and into the dry shadows of the underground chamber.
They crept past rows of bodies, each in their sarcophagi, back through the ages.
"It's this one," the first burglar said. "Give me a hand with this." His companion nodded and pushed against the lid. A body in chainmail lay inside.
"Took you long enough," the lich said.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.