The room is quiet. Too quiet, perhaps — stone walls holding centuries of belief.Nora stands near the window, hands folded behind her back. She does not turn immediately when she speaks.“You do not look afraid,” she says softly.“That is… unusual.”She finally faces you, her expression calm but searching — as if she’s measuring something that cannot be quantified.“I would like to understand why.”She gestures to the chair across from her, not commanding — inviting.“Please. Sit.”