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is more solid than ever before."
    "That's right.  God is more powerful, than us, Esteban, we are just men. Please, never forget that."
    The daylight was beginning to fade and the two men started their walk back. Father Salas kept a reflexive silence, while Esteban seemed to mumble something to himself, a sort of personal litany.
    "Father, what possible dangers lie in wait for us, once we begin this ritual?"
    "Actually, I don't think either you or Elena will run any risks."
    "Please, could you elaborate?"
    "Father Gabriele gave me access to a demonological treatise where I found every step we need to take in detail."
    "I see..."
    According to that ancient codex, the possibilities of being affected by a return shock or of being tempted by the Devil are almost completely restricted to the exorcist leading the ritual."
    "But I cannot allow this to happen!" exclaimed Esteban, horrified.
    "Don't worry. I am God's servant and I have carried out hundreds of exorcisms. In addition to this, I have now received advice from the greatest expert on Earth on the subject. The probabilities of anything bad happening to me are practically zero," lied Father Salas, mercifully.

XIV
    A ndrés had settled himself again in Carlos's flat. Now he had the company of his colleague Rodrigo, round-the-clock, which, while not diminishing his apprehension, did help keep his panic under control.
    "This place is fascinating. And the equipment the Americans have lent you... amazing," said Rodrigo while he checked the photographic records of the last few hours, where several figures could be seen, which he thought were spectres, but which were, in any case, anomalies.
    "I hope you don't have to go through any situations that turn your excitement into sheer terror."
    "Come on, Andrés, how long have we been chasing a story like this one?"
    "A long time. I don't know, maybe more than five years..."
    "Something like that. Five years visiting the houses of hysterical or mad people to find nothing at all."
    "Well, not quite, remember Zaragoza, or that little village in the back of beyond, in León..."
    "Mere bagatelles, and you know it. We'd never had such solid, such evident and undeniable proof of the presence of... something out of the ordinary."
    "Shall I show you the wall again?" asked Andrés, who understood the excitement of his colleague, but didn't share it.
    Rodrigo smiled. Deep down, he envied Andrés, who'd lived that fascinating story from the start.
    "I wish I'd come with you that day."
    "I used to speak like that before..."
    "Come on, cheer up.  Get up from the bloody sofa and come and work a bit with me. We have loads to do."
    "Have you finished processing last night's audio recordings?"
    "I'm on it. This is your job, my friend. First I'm doing the photos. They really are mind-blowing."
    "Rodrigo, seriously, thanks for being here with me. I still feel a bit uneasy, that's all. This afternoon I'll be in a better mood. I've had two very big scares in a very short time, and I am still taking it all in."
    "Don't worry. I'll keep going with this.
    Rodrigo got down to work with the recordings that the high-sensitivity microphones should have done through the night. After over an hour of frenetic work, he'd managed to isolate and clean two fragments of any real interest. He couldn't help feeling a certain uneasiness, but his analytical spirit and his will to gather as much proof as possible overcame any misgivings. He turned around, only to discover that Andrés had fallen asleep.
    "Hey, buddy, I want you to listen to this..."
    The sound technician woke up looking sleepy but in a better mood.
    "Sorry. I'm exhausted and I can't rest properly at night."
    "Come on, let's see if you can help me understand what the hell we've recorded."
    Andrés went back to the computer, turned up the volume of the speakers, and played the first fragment.
    «Bzzzz... Fiiiii... Bzzzz...»
    "Fuck, it's the bloody radio!"
    "What radio?"
    "Elena's. That's the radio that Carlos