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.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCAlWp6oGcf
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSjXhfcKael
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ25bWjcl7wt
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOiC2MdSJvv
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnR4Vqo2X0X
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.435Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnY1mgivBMK
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