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.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXPIvNZ4K2X
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxNsuemJ7g
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCf7Uci6UuO
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5MCLAfy8r
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8G3nePlDc
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.470Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8KyEVUarqn
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