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.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsD2eUESO5
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BwB2x0BQ2
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiL5fARGCw1
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLOdkPqRYZ7
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UpflTbPsT
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwabap2ihqW
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