Arven smiled, with a hint of a half-bow, and watched his young friend depart to rejoin the company; or, more likely, to continue her solo tour of the museum. Should she be thanking him...? Possibly. For dreams were a vital antidote to the poison of boredom. But because she'd taken the wild stories but skimmed over his more sage advice, Arven could not help but think he'd given Madeleine directions to a path too perilous for her to resist.

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