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The woman turned the corner and ran halfway down a new hallway pausing at a door halfway to the end. Orphic could tell from her body language that she wanted him to move faster, but he knew it was either the speed he was traveling at or drop the boy. As it was the pain in his right leg was increasing and he knew that he would have to stop soon.

He caught up with the woman and recognized the door that she opened and rushed through, it was the door to the temple of the Mother. An area of the temple sacred to female members of the Skapatian order and forbidden to all males. Though it had been years since Orphic had resided in the temple this level of Skapatian sacrilege surprised him. He could remember staring at the nondescript wooden door as a child. The black velvet curtains behind the door helping to block all but the most slight glimpses within the temple of the Mother.

Orphic shifted the weight of the boy in his arms and began to make his way through the open doorway. He turned his back to the doorway and pushed his way through he velvet curtains in an attempt to avoid getting caught. He emerged from the curtains and turned to find a hallway with a white marble floor and white marble walls. The white was made all the more staggering by the blood red ceiling. A colour so deep and oppressive that with every step Orphic took down the hallway it felt as though the ceiling was coming down upon his head. He began to duck unconsciously hoping to avoid brushing against the paint that reminded him so much of blood.