11/24 - 11/26

To dispersion

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11/24/17

The thing that scratched me has been sitting in my office all night. And so have I. I can’t see it, but I can hear it growling and breathing. I can smell it, too. It’s putrid. I let Hellbunny out of his cage, hoping the possessed lagomorph could help me. But the thing pummeled the rabbit demon and sent him skittering toward me on his little rabbit legs. I had to quickly re-salt the floor after he ruined it. I don’t know where August is so I drew my card instead of his. The Hanged Man, reversed. I don’t think I like the idea of this monster initiating change for me, but what can I do?

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11/25/17

What I DID do was find a grimoire buried under a pile of paper on my desk and read that thing its last rites. I didn’t cast it into Hell, but I cast it to dispersion. I could hear it rip into a thousand tiny pieces, too. Each fragment screamed and screamed. Never again, until the land has gone fallow and the prodigal one is dead (at least according to the grimoire) will its pieces find each other. I still didn’t know where August was, so I read my tarot, the Ace of Pentacles. Prosperous beginnings? Propitious at least.

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11/26/17

August finally showed up . He said he’s been hiding in the empty house next door. I glanced at Hellbunny, who gave me a nod. I have risen in his regard, it seems. August apologized with a sheepish smirk twitching across his face.

“I shouldn’t have left you, I am sorry. It was cowardly of me.”

I shrugged. “Your card today is the Four of Pentacles.”

“A card of control. I should let go of something. But what? I don’t actually have anything.”

“Fear?” I suggested.

“No, I need that. Your hair looks good today, by the way.”

“Sod off, to borrow an expression of yours.”