14:28:46. The speed was working.
He took a bump every few hours, when he felt himself slowing down. The bourbon was gone; admittedly, he hadn’t thought he’d need more because he hadn’t thought he’d last as long as he was. Cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom he had spent the last four and a half hours pouring through the books he’d purchased. One Latin-to-English dictionary, one Satanic ritual book he could only find written in Latin, and one dark magic and the occult complete history – with illustrations.
Finally, he’d found what he was looking for.