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.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2GcpXvZXw
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVq31WI5PR
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HPhgmuulc
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwEUQqkUIq
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMvW0zQAbR9
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vMcZ6GEI9
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