text_original: Merrick shrugged and turned back to watch the steady approach of the procession of grey frocked zealots in the ravine. Graves appeared as the doorway dilated. He looked fearful and pale. "You wanted to see me, Han?" "Come in, Jon. Sit down."
text_transcription: MAREK SHRUGGED AND TURNED BACK TO WATCH THE STEADY APPROACH OF THE PROCESSION OF GRAY FROCKED ZEALOTS IN THE RAVINE GRAVES APPEARED AS THE DOORWAY DILATED HE LOOKED FEARFUL AND PALE YOU WANTED TO SEE ME HAN COME IN JOHN SIT DOWN
phonemes: mˈɛɹɪk ʃɹˈʌɡd ænd tˈɜːnd bˈæk tə wˈɑːtʃ ðə stˈɛdi ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ ʌvðə pɹəsˈɛʃən ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ fɹˈɑːkt zˈɛləts ɪnðə ɹəvˈiːn. ɡɹˈeɪvz ɐpˈɪɹd æz ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ dˈaɪleɪɾᵻd. hiː lˈʊkt fˈɪɹfəl ænd pˈeɪl. "juː wˈɔntᵻd tə sˈiː mˌiː, hˈæn?" "kˈʌm ˈɪn, dʒˈɑːn. sˈɪt dˈaʊn."