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.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkqsNX6BN6
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtbfj6rDbDv
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBkJVd1Yze
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxaGRcC5H3j
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkiL5S1Ln3t
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNqqMeaD6Su
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