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.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmefLllWA3V
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqx3UtrDOJz
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyp2lgWitma
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsBek4V1EYV
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQH706eGGe
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.416Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUlfe248VvD
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