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.283Please respect copyright.PENANA2MrWegm0VP
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.283Please respect copyright.PENANAR0M3STHDNb
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.283Please respect copyright.PENANAPV5sp2HnYg
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.283Please respect copyright.PENANA5NksosMx01
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.283Please respect copyright.PENANAGDtyN25eE5
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.283Please respect copyright.PENANAEbKWLyu1WP
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