I read it.

Of course I fucking read it.

Cover to cover, three times over.

...I won't tell you what it said. I couldn't tell you what it said. I will never tell you what he wrote down in that book.

I wasn't sure how much longer I spent down in the First Sanctum, but when I left, I left with a lump in my throat, a chill in my spine, my head spinning, my eyes stinging from tears long since dried up, the map to the place burning on the floor, and the journal on... on me in my bag.