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.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvniwbDjjy5
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcwUvYhpyKS
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbd71cDblIM
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39VbUbzgjf
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmunNFjQV7
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.491Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfG180A1v6k
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