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.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXI7jDmJ0u
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXVU1mDKk3
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvbX2ipUMkA
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFpCLULpoEs
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDlrzPxC5Bs
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYSe8RTqRZ
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