[His arm shudders but he doesn't pull away. Henry heaves a blustery sigh and tromps on into the house.]
It's in here.
[He makes his way beyond the ogre hut into the study where he snoozed in his sleeping bag. His personal things were strewn and piled here and there in a sort of organized chaos. But there was one big lump, a huge bundle of an afghan that he yanked out. He'd muffled the thing years ago out of fear and paranoia least it start leaking or whispering or something. Henry carefully unwrapped the board-bound book of red papers. It smelled like soot and blood.]
This is everything I know about the cult and Walter Sullivan.
no subject
It's in here.
[He makes his way beyond the ogre hut into the study where he snoozed in his sleeping bag. His personal things were strewn and piled here and there in a sort of organized chaos. But there was one big lump, a huge bundle of an afghan that he yanked out. He'd muffled the thing years ago out of fear and paranoia least it start leaking or whispering or something. Henry carefully unwrapped the board-bound book of red papers. It smelled like soot and blood.]
This is everything I know about the cult and Walter Sullivan.