October 23?, 1967
I write this now in near darkness, sealed off from the world in my own private tomb. I have been fascinated with history my entire life and it surprising to believe that I may soon become part of it.
I feel regret for Jeseb, my dear friend. We disagreed on views in the end and I know not his fate, only that I saw him fall when the temple sank with me. They cannot make the temple rise, not without my translations and I am not certain if I will be able to leave here either. I have only one last hope, a small notation withen it's walls that may allow freedom. It is a small chance, but it is a chance.
Anthem Monroe
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