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.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyQDfvVIVqE
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnqL0FjLiit
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdkEujnU14E
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGnS7jPwSxS
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJq7Wpg2Fz
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhbKsv5ZPlS
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