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.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9vr8wLG0FN
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR2pPELs5lm
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8srPNzfIRM
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsmWusSUhn
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0OqnmPmJ1j
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.439Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Ib2ZRL7tS
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