The Journal of Sydyk - 3

A weathered testament.

“Postremo, I have Lodestone XVII in my possession, but doubts churn, ceaseless, sleepless. I must return to the Praetorium, yet I have not yet divined the Lodestone's intentions here. I am negligent, but every moment I delay increases the likelihood of my annulment. If I am condemned, does not further study of the Flesh redeem my sacrifice? I know not how to serve my brethren.”