Warlock Page #5
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- 1989
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That's why you're after
the warlock, isn't it?
Yesterday, you cared not
to know such things.
Yesterday was 20 years ago.
She...
She was...
Your age...
your true age.
What a blessed vision.
A soul as pure as God's own,
my Marion.
She was my good wife.
I thought you said
you weren't married.
'Twas long ago,
even before here I came.
What happened to her?
The warlock happened.
Pray, stop the car.
What's the matter?
Pray, I bid you,
stop the car, girl!
Redferne. The compass.
Leave it!
If God stands with us,
we'll need it no more!
We didn't find him yet, did we?
Well, would you look at this?
Hmm?
The bread. Didn't rise.
Browned, but it didn't rise.
Must've forgotten to...
tell me your woes.
You are bewitched.
Who are you?
The hex mark, is it
yours, or is it not?
Hex mark? What?
I haven't seen a hex
mark in 30 years.
The mark is mine.
Amish?
Mennonite.
And we are bewitched.
From there.
Hither has he come.
Hammer, nails.
Dad, what the devil do
you think you're doing?
Who are these people?
If there are children
present, make them absent.
Take them and leave.
Leave? Wait a minute.
I got a schedule to keep.
I can't just traipse off
and turn this place over...
listen to me.
The horse that sweats
in the morning,
cream that sours overnight.
You know the signs.
We both know.
'Twill ward off
any errant magic.
On my word,
close and brace the stairs.
You must open them
only when I say.
And should ever
your eyes meet his,
never show him no fear.
'Tis the air he breathes.
Hey.
Careful.
He was here.
"Mortes datoris antipueris. "
He's come for it.
Blessings of heaven,
'tis the Grand
Grimoire he's after!
The spell book.
All witches keep grimoires,
yet one is indestructible.
One is the bible of black magic.
The Grand Grimoire.
Always witches have
lusted for it.
And now here I find a page.
One lone page.
'Twas last held by
a Boston church.
The West End Church.
I had urged them
to third the book,
thus thirding the chance
But the pages were to be
kept on hallowed ground,
not scattered about
the landside like...
where's the warlock?
He's fled.
I don't get it.
If thing is so
bitchin' to witches,
Even just a page.
He would not.
The steps!
Of all the curiosities
here I've seen,
none have surprised
me more than this.
The brace!
Forgotten witches fly?
I forget nothing.
Who appointed you
executioner, Redferne?
'Twas you yourself...
When one life too many
you did steal.
It seems even 2 thirds
can work marvels.
Why'd you let him go?
Yes!
Remove his boots! His boots!
Where's my goddamn bracelet?
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