The vampire scoffed and entered the church.
“Your kind’s reputation for spiritual vulnerabilities must be undeserved,” Margaret said.
“It’s bunk!”
The scientist sprang her trap of lights. “How about an approximation of the noonday sun?”
He howled and burned.
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