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.276Please respect copyright.PENANA8EK6Dxr5Ic
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.276Please respect copyright.PENANAWBGsTW2ow9
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.276Please respect copyright.PENANADcSVeXd9Mi
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.276Please respect copyright.PENANAq3mKa7OyBw
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.276Please respect copyright.PENANA8PjmxC3Fb4
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.276Please respect copyright.PENANAunMokD9wxq
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