Liora wheelchair moved quietly as she exited the corridor and entered a small, dimly lit room. Shrines of carved eyes lined the walls, and flickering candles cast soft, golden light across the space.
It was a sacred praying room.
Only one student was present, seated quietly with their head bowed in silence. But as soon as they noticed Liora enter, they stood abruptly and left without a word.
Liora didn't react. Or at least, she pretended not to. But her heart did.
Still, she continued her task.
She turned on the vacuum, the low hum blending with the gentle flicker of candlelight.
Moving slowly across the room, she swept the floor with precision. Then she turned the vacuum off, reached into her side pouch, and pulled out a wet cloth. With delicate care, she began wiping down each carved surface.
Many parts of the room held golden engravings of eyes etched into stone, nestled in symbols of prayer. When she reached the front of the room, her hand paused.
