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He reach the doorway and paused with his hands on the worn wood. He brought his ear close to the door and listened. Between the low sound of the bells he couldn't hear anything else. Orphic slowly pushed the door opened and looked out into the hallway. His eyes blinked at they adjusted to the bright light, wiping away the tears that formed he saw that the hallway was empty.

Orphic made his way into the empty hallway and slowly made his way to the stairs. His goal was to try to find his way out one of the side entrances without being seen. He climbed the stairs up one level and found this hallways to be deserted. Here the bells were louder and he could hear fragments of other sounds coming from above. More dust could be seen piling up on the floor, where it had fallen from the ceiling. The torches in the wall scones swayed in a odd way and Orphic stopped to stare at them for a moment. Something was pulling at his mind, a memory, at hint was held in those torches and his mind struggled to remember.

Then he smelt it, a faint bitter smell that he could feel on the insides of his nostrils. Smoke. Baran! Those are fire bells. Orphic swore as he broke into a loping jog. Shit, the whole fucking place must be burning. Orphic knew that he had to get out of the Sakpatian temple and out of the Old Temple district. The buildings here were too old, too close together, and too run down.