The vampire scoffed entering the church.
“Your kind’s reputation for spiritual vulnerabilities appears unfounded,” 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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