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He didn't stop walking, but he did turn to look back at her. "Hmph. Are you sure you want to do that? You may come to regret it."

She matched his pace, as did Chergoa. "Why? Where are we going?"

"Do you wish to see your nightmare with your waking eyes?"

Admittedly, that did give her pause. "Um... not especially, no."

"Then do as I said."

She gave a wide frown. "Well, I don't want to do that even more."

"That is not a proper sentence," said Gohvis.

"Oh, whatever, just tell me where we are going."

"To see the Weaver."

Emiliana was about to ask who or what that was when Gohvis abruptly stopped in front of a blank wall.

He pressed his huge hand against it, and then it became clear that there was a square-shaped button there, previously imperceptible due to how seamlessly its edges had blended into the rest of the wall's flat gray stone. A deep click resounded, followed by a shunk, and then a nearby section of the wall gave way, revealing a hidden path.

Gohvis went first, though he was too tall and had to duck down.

Emiliana exchanged uncertain looks with Chergoa before following.

The path forked multiple times, and it wasn't long before Emiliana was sure that she would have gotten lost in these musty tunnels for ages if Gohvis wasn't here.

In time, they arrived at a stone door, which lead to another area of the Library that she had never seen before.

It was a cavernous chamber with a vaulted ceiling and not much light. Rows of candles filled several long tables, and the scent of vanilla hung in the air. The atmosphere was strangely pleasant in its own way, but Emiliana's wariness wasn't allowing her to feel much other than creeped out.