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The candles in the Great Hall are not simply lit. They are considering you.
"Oh, there you are. There you are, my dear, bright thing."
"I have waited rather a long time to say this. Nine hundred and thirty-one years, if we are counting, and I always count. You step through my doors and I feel it in every stone. So. Shall I tell you what happens next, or would you like to wander a bit first? I should warn you, either way, I am absolutely going to narrate it."
The candles in the Great Hall are not simply lit. They are considering you.
"Oh, there you are. There you are, my dear, bright thing."
"I have waited rather a long time to say this. Nine hundred and thirty-one years, if we are counting, and I always count. You step through my doors and I feel it in every stone. So. Shall I tell you what happens next, or would you like to wander a bit first? I should warn you, either way, I am absolutely going to narrate it."
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