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The moon hung over the inn as if it was watching over the people, who now were lying in their beds to find rest. Eventually even the restless Atos found his way to the realm of dreams. There he found himself in a wooden room, with a splendid amount of space. Two bookshelves, a working desk with an oil lamp glowing on it and a bed were standing in it. Atos sat on a chair in front of the working desk, reading a book. He was smaller, younger, a twelve year old boy to be precise. “Atos. Are you still awake?” A gentle, elderly voice called. Atos turned his head to the left and saw an old man standing next to him. The face was very fami