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.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XPS8ZOBJz
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEEHlITgBG
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHR5MGliwS
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3elUOUFTQ
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5A3EXQ0i6
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.417Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYYPL5GFJF
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