Rain and thunders

Previously

…Elias Thorne gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. A flicker of something akin to relief, or perhaps a dawning understanding, crossed his face. In that moment, as the firelight cast long, dancing shadows across his features, Telma felt a strange sense of kinship with the brooding scholar. They were both, in their own ways, prisoners of Blackwood Manor, bound by its secrets and the unseen forces that stirred within its ancient walls. The air in the study crackled, not just with the fire, but with the unspoken acknowledgment of a shared destiny, a path they would now walk together, into the deepening shadows.