Chapter Forty
The morning sun's glow hit the cemetery's wrought-iron fence. The battering of the coffins stoked a fire in the grimness of time itself; the battering was sudden, and violent, as Olsen Moore, the caretaker, wiped a rag across his forehead.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5CimUmSJV
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHqCi5gbP7
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGO8wXLoG9y
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXumCE7pHv
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtWlS1uNUV
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUsKxlQDDe
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