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.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAA0dxePjUJ
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDpEHkPtUW
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiLn88Z9Wse
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWW2zk6ZUn6
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaqpLv5e7aW
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYf06ATTPTy
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