text_original: No Breed was sweeping the gallery, nor was there any sign of the master. The house was as still as a tomb, and the echoes of my footsteps rolled through the halls and chambers.
text_transcription: NO BREED WAS SWEEPING THE GALLERY NOR WAS THERE ANY SIGN OF THE MASTER THE HOUSE WAS AS STILL AS A TOMB AND THE ECHOES OF MY FOOTSTEPS ROLLED THROUGH THE HALLS AND CHAMBERS
phonemes: nˈoʊ bɹˈiːd wʌz swˈiːpɪŋ ðə ɡˈælɚɹi, nˈɔːɹ wʌz ðɛɹ ˌɛni sˈaɪn ʌvðə mˈæstɚ. ðə hˈaʊs wʌz æz stˈɪl æz ɐ tˈuːm, ænd ðɪ ˈɛkoʊz ʌv maɪ fˈʊtstɛps ɹˈoʊld θɹuː ðə hˈɔːlz ænd tʃˈeɪmbɚz.