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Hermione's The Library After Curfew: A Quiet Night Among the Shelves · Muggle Snuggle: A Boring Harry Potter Podcast to make you Sleep

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  Speaker 1: The library is the last place the castle sleeps and
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  Speaker 1: the first place it wakes. But in the hour after curfew,
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  Speaker 1: when the last candle has been snuffed and the last
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  Speaker 1: student has hurried back to their dormitory with a guilty
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  Speaker 1: smile and a head full of whatever they were reading,
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  Speaker 1: the library settles into something that is not quite sleep
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  Speaker 1: and not quite silence, It is a kind of stillness
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  Speaker 1: so deep and so complete that you can feel it
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  Speaker 1: pressing gently against your skin like warm water, like a
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  Speaker 1: second blanket, like the hush of a room that knows
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  Speaker 1: exactly how tired you are and has decided, without being asked,
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  Speaker 1: to take care of you. You have stayed behind. You
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  Speaker 1: always stay behind. There are always three more chapters. Five
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  Speaker 1: more pages, one more footnote, that promises to explain something
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  Speaker 1: you have been wondering about for weeks. The librarian understands.
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  Speaker 1: She does not ask you to leave. She simply snuffs
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  Speaker 1: out the last of the floating candles above your table
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  Speaker 1: one by one, each flame winking out with a tiny,
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  Speaker 1: almost inaudible sound, a soft pop, like a single bubble
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  Speaker 1: bursting in a cup of warm milk. And then she
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  Speaker 1: gathers her shawl around her shoulders and drifts toward the
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  Speaker 1: back office where you know she keeps a kettle and
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  Speaker 1: a tin of biscuits and a copy of whatever she
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  Speaker 1: is reading herself. The great double doors of the library
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  Speaker 1: swing shut behind her and you are alone. The silence
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  Speaker 1: is not empty. It never is. In a room this
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  Speaker 1: old and this full of books, the shelves rise around
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  Speaker 1: you like the walls of a canyon. carved from dark
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  Speaker 1: oak and reaching so high that the upper shelves are
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  Speaker 1: lost in shadow. You cannot see the ceiling from where
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  Speaker 1: you are sitting. If you could, you know you would
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  Speaker 1: find the same enchanted sky that hangs above the main hall,
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  Speaker 1: but here, at this hour, it would be showing stars.
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  Speaker 1: Real stars, or as close to real as a spell
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  Speaker 1: can manage. drifting slowly across a velvet darkness that smells
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  Speaker 1: faintly of old paper and candle wax and the very
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  Speaker 1: particular scent of a room where a thousand books have
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  Speaker 1: been opened and closed and opened again. Your table is
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  Speaker 1: at the far end of the ground floor, near the
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  Speaker 1: window that looks out onto the courtyard. The window is tall, arched,
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  Speaker 1: and made of old glass that ripples slightly, as though
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  Speaker 1: it remembers being liquid. Through it, You can see the
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  Speaker 1: shapes of the statues in the courtyard, two stone figures
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  Speaker 1: standing on either side of the fountain, their faces turned upward,
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  Speaker 1: their robes carved with such delicacy that you can almost
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  Speaker 1: see them moving in the moonlight. The fountain itself is
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  Speaker 1: silent now. During the day, it runs with water that
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  Speaker 1: has been charmed to change color with the time of day.
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  Speaker 1: Blue in the morning, silver at noon, gold in the evening.
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  Speaker 1: but at night it rests and the basin is as
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  Speaker 1: still and dark as a mirror laid flat on the ground.
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  Speaker 1: You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders. It is
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  Speaker 1: not cold. The castle keeps itself at a gentle, even
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  Speaker 1: warmed that has nothing to do with fires and everything
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  Speaker 1: to do with centuries of enchantment. but there is something
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  Speaker 1: about being alone in a large room at night that
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  Speaker 1: makes you want to be held, and the cloak is
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  Speaker 1: the closest thing to arms around you that you have.
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  Speaker 1: The books on the nearest shelf are old, very old.
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  Speaker 1: Their spines are cracked and faded, the gold lettering dulled
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  Speaker 1: by time to a faint, ghostly shimmer that catches the
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  Speaker 1: moonlight and holds it for a moment before letting it go.
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  Speaker 1: You run your fingers along the spines as you pass them,
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  Speaker 1: a habit you have never been able to break, and
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  Speaker 1: the books respond to your touch the way old books
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  Speaker 1: always do, with a faint kick, a whisper of dust,
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  Speaker 1: a sense that they are pleased to be noticed, pleased
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  Speaker 1: to be remembered, pleased that someone still cares enough to
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  Speaker 1: touch them gently. There is a section on the history
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  Speaker 1: of magical creatures. And the books here are particularly beautiful.
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  Speaker 1: Their covers are embossed with images of dragons and phoenixes
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  Speaker 1: and creatures you have never seen outside of these pages.
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  Speaker 1: A mooncalf, its hooves raised against a circle of silver light,
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  Speaker 1: a bowtruckle no bigger than a thumb, clutching a tiny
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  Speaker 1: stick with an expression of fierce concentration, a festeral, its
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  Speaker 1: stemble-lings spread wide. its eyes burning with a pale, knowing light,
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  Speaker 1: you pull one volume down, a large, heavy thing bound
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  Speaker 1: in dark green leather, and open it on your table.
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  Speaker 1: The pages are thick and cream-colored, and the illustrations are hand-painted,
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  Speaker 1: each one glowing faintly with a charm that makes the
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  Speaker 1: colors shift and shimmer when you turn the page, as
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  Speaker 1: though the creatures are alive and moving beneath the paint.
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  Speaker 1: You do not read the words. You simply look at
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  Speaker 1: the pictures, turning each page slowly, watching the dragon curl
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  Speaker 1: its tail around a mountain peak, watching the phoenix rise
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  Speaker 1: from a nest of golden flames, watching the mooncalf dance
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  Speaker 1: in its silver circle with a grace that makes your
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  Speaker 1: chest ache, with something that is not quite sadness and
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  Speaker 1: not quite happiness, but some sweet, quiet thing that lives
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  Speaker 1: somewhere between the two. The moon moves. You can see
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  Speaker 1: its progress through the window, a slow, patient journey across
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  Speaker 1: the sky that has been happening for thousands of years,
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  Speaker 1: long before this castle was built, long before the first
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  Speaker 1: book was placed on these shelves. long before the first
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  Speaker 1: student sat down at this very table and felt, for
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  Speaker 1: the first time, the particular comfort of being alone with words.
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  Speaker 1: The moonlight falls through the window in a long, pale
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  Speaker 1: rectangle that stretches across the floor like a road. It
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  Speaker 1: passes over the stone flags, over the legs of your table,
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  Speaker 1: over your hands where they rest on the open book,
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  Speaker 1: and it is cool, and soft and gentle, the way
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  Speaker 1: moonlight always is when it has no intention of doing
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  Speaker 1: anything except being itself. The shadows in the library deepen
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  Speaker 1: around the edges of the moonlight, but they are not
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  Speaker 1: dark shadows. They are soft shadows, the kind that make
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  Speaker 1: a room feel larger and more mysterious and more comforting,
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  Speaker 1: like the darkness inside a cave where the walls are
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  Speaker 1: warm and the air smells of earth and stone, and
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  Speaker 1: the distant sound of water, you close the book. You
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  Speaker 1: do not need to finish it tonight. There will be
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  Speaker 1: other nights, other candles, other quiet hours, when the library
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  Speaker 1: is yours and the world outside is asleep, and the
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  Speaker 1: only thing that matters is the weight of the book
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  Speaker 1: in your hands and the warmth of the cloak around
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  Speaker 1: your shoulders and the slow, steady rhythm of your own breathing.
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  Speaker 1: The library breathes with you, this is not a metaphor,
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  Speaker 1: or rather, it is. But it is also true. The
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  Speaker 1: castle breathes. It breathes in the warm air that rises
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  Speaker 1: from the enchanted fires in the corridors and the common rooms,
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  Speaker 1: and it breathes out of soft, steady warmth that fills
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  Speaker 1: every room, every hallway, every stairwell and turret and hidden corner.
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  Speaker 1: The library, being the largest room on this floor, breathes
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  Speaker 1: the deepest. You can feel it, a gentle rise and
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  Speaker 1: fall beneath your chair, beneath your feet, as though the
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  Speaker 1: entire building is a great, sleeping animal, and you are
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  Speaker 1: curled up inside it, safe and warm and held. The
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  Speaker 1: books on the shelves are part of this breathing. They
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  Speaker 1: are not alive, not exactly. But they are not quite
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  Speaker 1: dead either. They hold things. Stories, facts, arguments, dreams. And
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  Speaker 1: they hold them with a patience that is almost alive,
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  Speaker 1: a willingness to wait for as long as it takes
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  Speaker 1: for the right person to come along and open them.
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  Speaker 1: You can feel this patience in the room. It is
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  Speaker 1: not anxious. It is not urgent. It is the patience
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  Speaker 1: of stone, of trees, of rivers. that have been flowing
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  Speaker 1: toward the same sea for a thousand years and have
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  Speaker 1: no intention of rushing. You lean back in your chair.
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  Speaker 1: It is old, this chair. Older than you, older than
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  Speaker 1: your parents. Older than anyone alive. The wood is dark
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  Speaker 1: and smooth, polished by centuries of students leaning back in
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  Speaker 1: it at the end of a long day, letting their
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  Speaker 1: shoulders drop, letting their eyes close, letting the weight of
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  Speaker 1: learning and worrying and wondering fall away from them like
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  Speaker 1: a cloak slipping from their shoulders. The arms of the
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  Speaker 1: chair are worn to a soft curve that fits your
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  Speaker 1: hands perfectly, as though the chair was made for you,
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  Speaker 1: as though every student who has sat in it before
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  Speaker 1: you has left a small part of their comfort behind,
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  Speaker 1: building up layer by layer until the Chang itself has
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  Speaker 1: become a kind of magic. The castle is quiet now.
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  Speaker 1: Truly quiet. Even the staircases have stopped moving. You can
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  Speaker 1: tell because there is no faint, distant rumble of stone
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  Speaker 1: on stone. no creak of a step shifting from one
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  Speaker 1: position to another. The portraits in the corridor outside the
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  Speaker 1: library have turned their faces to the wall, the way
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  Speaker 1: they do when no one is watching. And if you
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  Speaker 1: were to walk out there now, you would find them sleeping,
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  Speaker 1: their painted eyes closed, their gilded frames catching the moonlight
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  Speaker 1: in soft, golden glints. The fire in the main hall
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  Speaker 1: has burned down to embers. You can smell it from here?
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  Speaker 1: Wood smoke, faint and sweet, carrying with it the memory
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  Speaker 1: of oak logs and the particular warmth of a fire
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  Speaker 1: that has been burning all evening and has no intention
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  Speaker 1: of going out entirely. It will smolder through the night,
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  Speaker 1: keeping the hall warm, keeping the castle warm, keeping you warm.
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  Speaker 1: Your eyelids are heavy. The book lies closed on the table.
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  Speaker 1: Its leather cover cool and smooth beneath your fingertips. The
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  Speaker 1: moonlight has moved past your hands and is now lying
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  Speaker 1: across the floor like a sleeping cat, warm and white
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  Speaker 1: and perfectly still. The shadows in the library have grown deeper, softer,
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  Speaker 1: more like velvet than like darkness. The air smells of
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  Speaker 1: old paper and candle wax and the faintest trace of lavender.
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  Speaker 1: perhaps from the dried bundles that hang in the herb
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  Speaker 1: section three shelves away, or perhaps from the sachets that
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  Speaker 1: the librarian tucks between the books at the beginning of
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  Speaker 1: each term because she believes that a library should smell
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  Speaker 1: as good as it reads. Feel your breathing slow. In, out. In, out.
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  Speaker 1: The castle breathes with you. The library breathes with you.
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  Speaker 1: The books on the shelves. the moonlight on the floor,
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  Speaker 1: the shadows in the corners, the statues in the courtyard,
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  Speaker 1: everything in this room, in this castle, in this whole ancient, enchanted,
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  Speaker 1: impossibly patient place is breathing with you. And the rhythm
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  Speaker 1: is the same. And the warmth is the same. And
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  Speaker 1: the quiet is the same. And you are part of
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  Speaker 1: it now, as much a part of this room as
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  Speaker 1: the books, as the shelves, as the moonlight, as the old, smooth,
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  Speaker 1: patient chair that holds you like a friend. Fleek comes.
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  Speaker 1: It does not announce itself, it simply arrives. The way
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  Speaker 1: dawn arrives, slowly, gently, without any hurry at all. And
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  Speaker 1: it finds you exactly where you are, sitting in an
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  Speaker 1: old chair, in an old library, in an old castle,
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  Speaker 1: surrounded by books and moonlight and the deep, slow breathing
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  Speaker 1: of a building that has learned, over many centuries, how
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  Speaker 1: to keep its secrets and how to keep its people safe.
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  Speaker 1: The last thing you are aware of, before sleep takes
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  Speaker 1: you completely, is the sound of a page turning. Just one. Soft, dry,
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  Speaker 1: almost inaudible. It could be the wind through the window.
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  Speaker 1: It could be the castle shifting in its sleep. Or
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  Speaker 1: it could be a book, somewhere on a high shelf,
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  Speaker 1: turning its own page, because it has been waiting for
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  Speaker 1: you and it knows that you will come back tomorrow
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  Speaker 1: and it is in no hurry at all and it
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  Speaker 1: will keep your place and it will keep its secrets
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  Speaker 1: and it will keep you warm until morning.