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.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxIV0VN4omT
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6A7GE6xcFb
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf9SMUZLJzL
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFAvMvhjJm1
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK7SKwj0C5v
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.354Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcaGSSEqh5d
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