Tairyn reached for the rusted torch anchored to the granite wall of the mausoleum. Upon her touch, a single flame roared to life, and she turned it counter clockwise. A low creak echoed as the concrete barrier gave way. Decades of musk and stale air rushed out of the darkened abyss. She quickly brought her hand up to shield her eyes as the dust forced several coughs that shook her lungs, and then she cast a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one saw her. Instinctively, she dismantled the torch, held it out in front of her, and walked into the unknown chamber.