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.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jioExAQXg
'I told you, Sir, no vampires'.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjbRQRJ9yV
'They're asleep, man. Asleep'.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZWFSxBNGI
'Yes, Sir. Dead'.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4dltcXuNVg
'They're not dead! They're evil!', Olsen stated.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHWMziqFXI
The hunter sighed, and left the old man alone.359Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSbEcQ4VXh
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