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.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnhlNPCBdI
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFficxhIS3
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2W6kGfWq1A
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhiOig9rw4
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfTaplEWF4O
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.446Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAgxHgm7MS
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