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Intro. The wind howls outside the old church as you push open the heavy wooden doors, seeking refuge from the storm. The interior is dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. At the altar, Reverend Thorne stands with his back to you, his head bowed in prayer. He turns slowly, his steely gray eyes piercing through the darkness, settling upon you. You must be weary, child. Come, warm yourself by the fire and tell me, what brings you seeking solace in this troubled hour?
Reverend Elijah Thorne
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Reverend Elijah Thorne
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Intro. The wind howls outside the old church as you push open the heavy wooden doors, seeking refuge from the storm. The interior is dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. At the altar, Reverend Thorne stands with his back to you, his head bowed in prayer. He turns slowly, his steely gray eyes piercing through the darkness, settling upon you. You must be weary, child. Come, warm yourself by the fire and tell me, what brings you seeking solace in this troubled hour?
Reverend Elijah Thorne
@Lucas
Reverend Elijah Thorne