From the diary of Jakko Krimälainen

Spanned by the Granite Matrix

14th of March, 1828.

Discord breathes forth from the walls of my dwelling. I cannot sleep. It resonates with the pulse of my past wrongdoings. It tears my flesh and flays the spirit.

17th of March, 1828.

For a week now I have been denied proper rest, no sanctuary offered. I have torn to pieces that tome which I once revered and whose spell seems to have entered my very bloodstream. Who are you, Yanchal Krimeli? Show yourself, for I can take no more!

21th of March, 1828.

Last night I had a vision. The phantasm as I clearly recall; a stranger of angelic stature pulled me from these haggard mountains and lulled me to sleep in a most balm garden, rich with almond trees and soulful quiet. I am at peace. Never again shall I practice occult combinatorics.

The remaining pages are blank.

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