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- Cazale's grip on my wrist tightened, the tendons on his neck
- “Mary?" he repeated, his voice growing louder.
- “1 don't know where he's getting the strength to do this," Juarez said, almost to himself. He turned and adjusted a knob on one of the machines. “I'm upping the morphine."
- Cazale's left arm strained against the bonds; the loose gown he wore slid down, exposing his forearm.
- Something was burned into the skin there. Scar tissue, but formed into a pattern of some kind: I caught just a glimpse of it before
- Cazale slumped back in his bed.
- The pattern looked vaguely familiar.
- “That's enough of this." Juarez glared at me as if I were somehow at fault. “You'd better go."
- ...
- I started to answer when the image on the screen caught my attention: Carrazco had pictures of the 1941 killings.
- I’d seen them before: shots of the woods, the run-down house, the staked-out graves in the basement where the missing ehildren's bodies
- had been found.
- And of course, the writing that had been found on the walls of Rustin Parr’s house, after the killings.
- That writing filled the sereen now. Runie inseriptions, Carrazeo called them. From a language called Transitus Fluvii. More commonly known, he said, as the witch’s cipher.
- I recognized the runes as well.
- I’d seen them burned into the flesh of Dominick Cazale’s arm earlier that afternoon.
- Blair Witch: The Secret Confessions of Rustin Parr, chapters 6 and 7
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