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.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiCMsNF0gSX
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhPlnFQNgq
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkpsBlnRja
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHh6Dv4pzBv
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKVEgjbPBDm
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.495Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6zV3VPYPjx
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