I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.