Thomas Brimm Is Nauseous

Thomas leaned over the side of the casket, gazing down into the large pit Creaky had pointed to. A conveyor belt filled with all types of coffins circled around the edges of the hole, spiraling into the depths below. He blinked and shook his head to ward off the dizziness, then looked around his and Dado’s casket. They were on the edge of the pit, surrounded by disheveled wooden boxes, some filled with humans, some not. It was as if each had been dropped haphazardly from the infinite space above, one piling on top of the other. There seemed to be a giant lump of coal in Thomas’s stomach. He couldn’t tell if he was scared or excited, but he was definitely nauseous.