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Hermione's Starlight Journeys: The Night the Castle Learned to Dream · Muggle Snuggle: A Boring Harry Potter Podcast to make you Sleep

• 0:01
  Speaker 1: Come closer, Dewu.
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  Speaker 2: Set your heavy bag down by the door and let
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  Speaker 2: the warmth find you. The common room fire has been
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  Speaker 2: waiting all afternoon for you.
• 0:14
  Speaker 3: And so have I.
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  Speaker 2: There is a cup of something warm and golden on
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  Speaker 2: the side table. A neat chamomile with just the faintest
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  Speaker 2: curve of cinnamon rising from its surface. But both hands
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  Speaker 2: around it, Let the heat sup into your.
• 0:32
  Speaker 4: Palms, into your fingertips, all the way up to your wrists.
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  Speaker 5: Tonight, I want to show you something. Not a spell,
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  Speaker 5: not a lesson, not another chapter from a book you
• 0:47
  Speaker 5: have been meaning to finish. Tonight, I want to take
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  Speaker 5: you somewhere quiet. Somewhere, the stars come close enough to
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  Speaker 5: touch and the world below is soft and still and unhurried.
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  Speaker 2: I have spent many evenings like this, curled in this
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  Speaker 2: very armchair with a book balance on my knee and
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  Speaker 2: the firelight dancing across the pages. But there are nights
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  Speaker 2: when the book falls shut without my noticing, nights when
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  Speaker 2: the window calls me more than any chapter.
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  Speaker 3: The sky above the castle has a way of pulling
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  Speaker 3: at me, a gentle tug, the way a river pulls
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  Speaker 3: at a leaf at its edge.
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  Speaker 5: And tonight is one of those nights.
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  Speaker 1: So, when you are ready, come with me. We will
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  Speaker 1: not rush. We will walk slowly, the way one walks
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  Speaker 1: through a garden in the evening, noticing every leaf, every petal,
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  Speaker 1: every small sound that the daytime forgets. We'll climb together,
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  Speaker 1: step by careful step, The stone stairs cool and smooth
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  Speaker 1: beneath our feet. The tower is old, centuries old, and
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  Speaker 1: its walls hum with a kind of patient music, the
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  Speaker 1: way old stone does when it has held still for
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  Speaker 1: very long. Our footsteps echo softly, and with each turn
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  Speaker 1: of the spiral the air grows cooler and sweeter, carrying
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  Speaker 1: the faint scent of night jasmine drifting up from the
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  Speaker 1: courtyard gardens below. At the top, the door is already open.
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  Speaker 1: The night pulls in like water, cool, and silver, and there,
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  Speaker 1: above us, the sky. The sky tonight, it is the
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  Speaker 1: deepest blue I have ever seen. Not black, not empty,
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  Speaker 1: but alive with color and light. Stars are scattered across
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  Speaker 1: it like someone has spilled a jar of tiny golden lanterns,
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  Speaker 1: and they are still drifting, still settling, finding their places.
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  Speaker 6: There is a crescent moon, thin as a fingernail clipping,
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  Speaker 6: hanging low over the eastern hills, and it casts just
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  Speaker 6: enough light to paint the castle battlements in shades of
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  Speaker 6: pewter and pearl. We stand with the railing together, the
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  Speaker 6: stone is cool against our forearms. Below us the grounds
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  Speaker 6: stretch out in every direction, the lake a sheet of
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  Speaker 6: dark glass reflecting the sky. The Forbidden Forest a soft
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  Speaker 6: arched shape against the horizon, and between them the law
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  Speaker 6: and silver would do.
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  Speaker 1: I point upward. Do you see that cluster?
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  Speaker 4: I whisper.
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  Speaker 1: Just there, to the left of the highest star. It
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  Speaker 1: looks like a hand, five bright fingers reaching through the dark.
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  Speaker 6: You look, and yes.
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  Speaker 2: There it is.
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  Speaker 6: A shape among shapes.
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  Speaker 7: A pattern.
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  Speaker 6: Someone, somewhere, a very long time ago decided to name.
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  Speaker 6: But tonight it does not feel like a constellation. It
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  Speaker 6: feels like a hand reaching down to hold ours.
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  Speaker 1: The air smells of stone and night air and the
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  Speaker 1: faintest trace of something floral, maybe the jasmine, maybe something
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  Speaker 1: wilder that grows only at this height. The breeze moves
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  Speaker 1: through my hair like a cool whisper and I close
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  Speaker 1: my eyes for a moment, letting the stillness settle over
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  Speaker 1: me like a blanket.
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  Speaker 3: Here is a secret I have never told anyone. The
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  Speaker 3: stars listen. Not in the way people listen, waiting for
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  Speaker 3: their turn to speak, half-forming replies while you are still talking.
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  Speaker 3: The stars listen the way deep water listens. Completely.
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  Speaker 7: Totally.
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  Speaker 3: Without agenda.
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  Speaker 8: If you stand very still and very quiet, you can
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  Speaker 8: feel it. A vast, patient attention. The kind that asks
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  Speaker 8: nothing of you. It does not want your stories or
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  Speaker 8: your worries or your plans for tomorrow. It simply holds space.
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  Speaker 8: It says you are here and that is enough.
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  Speaker 2: I lean back against the tower wall and let my
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  Speaker 2: gaze soften. The stars seem to drift closer, as if
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  Speaker 2: the sky itself is leaning in. One particular star, bright, steady,
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  Speaker 2: the color of pale gold, hangs directly above the lake,
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  Speaker 2: and its reflection shimmers on the water's surface. A perfect twin,
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  Speaker 2: an echo in silver. Come here, the castle looks different.
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  Speaker 1: Smaller.
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  Speaker 2: Kinder.
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  Speaker 6: The windows glow with warm amber light.
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  Speaker 1: Someone is reading in the common room. Someone else is
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  Speaker 1: finishing a letter by candlelight in a dormitory window. The
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  Speaker 1: chimney stacks release thin trails of smoke that.
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  Speaker 6: Curl upward and dissolve into the starlight like questions dissolving
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  Speaker 6: into answers.
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  Speaker 1: The great hall is dark now, its long tables cleared
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  Speaker 1: and its candles extinguished, but I can still picture it,
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  Speaker 1: the floating candles, The enchanted ceiling that mirrors the sky above. Tonight,
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  Speaker 1: that ceiling would show exactly what we see from here.
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  Speaker 1: A sky so full of stars it seems impossible that
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  Speaker 1: anything else exists.
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  Speaker 4: And I mentioned the ceiling's a great mirror and us
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  Speaker 4: reflected in it. Two small figures on a tower looking
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  Speaker 4: at the sky that goes on forever. And beyond that reflection,
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  Speaker 4: the real sky. And beyond that, more sky.
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  Speaker 1: An endless blue-black depth, layered with light, layered with time,
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  Speaker 1: layered with the kind of silence that makes the heart
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  Speaker 1: slow down and the breath grow long and easy.
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  Speaker 9: I close my eyes and imagine the grounds below us
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  Speaker 9: in perfect stillness.
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  Speaker 2: The lake does not ripple. Or if it does, the
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  Speaker 2: ripples are so small, they make no sound, just tiny circles,
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  Speaker 2: expanding outward until they reach the shore and vanish into
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  Speaker 2: the pebbles.
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  Speaker 9: The owls have settled. The groundskeeper's hut is dark. Even
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  Speaker 9: the ancient trees in the Forbidden Forest seem to be sleeping,
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  Speaker 9: their branches hanging still, their leaves not stirring.
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  Speaker 7: The only movement is.
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  Speaker 1: The stars, drifting imperceptibly across the sky. And even that
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  Speaker 1: movement feels like a kind of rest. the slow, patient
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  Speaker 1: turning of something vast and unhurried. The moon has climbed
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  Speaker 1: a little higher now, and its light reaches into the courtyard,
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  Speaker 1: illuminating the flagstones and pools of silver. A single nightbird.
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  Speaker 7: Calls from somewhere near the greenhouses.
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  Speaker 3: A short, sweet note, then silence again. The kind of
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  Speaker 3: silence that is not empty but full, brimming with... quiet, breathing, overwhelmed,
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  Speaker 3: at rest.
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  Speaker 7: I reach into my pocket and find something there. A small,
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  Speaker 7: smooth stone, warm from the heat of the fire we'd
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  Speaker 7: left below. I hold it up to the starlight and
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  Speaker 7: it catches the glow, its surface shimmering with an inner
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  Speaker 7: light that seems to pulse gently, like a heartbeat.
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  Speaker 1: A wishing stone, I say softly. The old groundskeeper used
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  Speaker 1: to leave them on the windowsills. He said the stars
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  Speaker 1: would fill them with whatever you needed most. Not what
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  Speaker 1: you wanted, but what you truly needed.
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  Speaker 3: I place it in your palm. It is warm and
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  Speaker 3: smooth and fits there perfectly. As if it was always
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  Speaker 3: meant for your hand. You do not need to make
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  Speaker 3: a wish. The stone already knows. It has been listening
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  Speaker 3: to the stars, just as we have. And it holds
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  Speaker 3: their answer close.
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  Speaker 1: You close your fingers around it, and its warmth spreads
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  Speaker 1: up through your wrist, your arm, into your chest, into
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  Speaker 1: the quiet place behind your ribs where the day's worries
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  Speaker 1: have gathered. And one by one, those worries loosen. They
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  Speaker 1: do not disappear. They simply soften, like knots untying in
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  Speaker 1: warm water. The fire below has burned low now, and
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  Speaker 1: the room is waiting for you. That deep, golden warmth.
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  Speaker 1: The chair that knows the shape of your body. The blankets,
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  Speaker 1: folders at the foot. The chamomile is still warm and
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  Speaker 1: the honey has settled to the bottom of the cup,
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  Speaker 1: sweet and slow.
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  Speaker 10: You do not need to climb down just yet. You
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  Speaker 10: can stay here a little longer, watching the stars, feeling
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  Speaker 10: the cool stone beneath your hands, breathing the nether air
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  Speaker 10: that tastes of jasmine and distance and dreams. But when
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  Speaker 10: you are ready, when your eyelids grow heavy and your
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  Speaker 10: breath matches the rhythm of the wind, you will drift downward,
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  Speaker 10: back through the spiral stairs, back through the door, back
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  Speaker 10: to the fire and the chair and the war-golden lie.
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  Speaker 1: And sleep will find you there, reason pays. Izyvum and
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  Speaker 1: Phaethysetazi will floss the body of the thee today. Sleep well,
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  Speaker 1: dear one.
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  Speaker 3: The stars are listening. And the castle is dreaming tonight.
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  Speaker 3: Good night. You are safe.
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  Speaker 6: You are warm.
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  Speaker 1: You are home.