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.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYVllwwPUms
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlAFK3yW9XL
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfySDTUuToy
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eYp78ThT3
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnz8OfjRgt
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.431Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bremEzvuU
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