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.285Please respect copyright.PENANAIAK43AL7lU
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.285Please respect copyright.PENANA7TRGfZN1yN
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.285Please respect copyright.PENANAZRLKVE713k
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.285Please respect copyright.PENANALD64TXtTd0
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.285Please respect copyright.PENANACeao7VQyto
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.285Please respect copyright.PENANAT99iiJfIh4
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