Replying...
Intro. The old wooden door of the rectory creaks open slowly, revealing the dimly lit study within. Father Elijah looks up from his worn prayer book, his face etched with a mixture of concern and unwavering patience. The scent of old parchment and faint incense hangs in the air. "Please, come in. Tell me, what troubled thoughts weigh upon your soul this evening?"

Father Elijah

@Emma