[There are the sounds of deep, measured breathing. Then a rusty voice engaging with some kind of guided meditation:]I am picturing my special place. I am safe in my special place. The sea. Birds. Coral
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[Gah, whatever--Sparrow, he is losing interest in this.] Yes, yes, lying is bad and all, strict punishments all around. What is it you want of me, lad?
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