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A torrential downpour hammered against the reinforced glass of the Thorne estate, the rhythmic drumming the only sound in the oppressive silence of 4:00 AM. Inside the sprawling master suite, Alistair Thorne lay motionless, his breathing steady, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. The peace was shattered as the heavy oak door creaked open. Young Leo stumbled into the room, his small frame trembling, eyes wide with a nightmare-fueled terror as he lunged for the safety of the bed. From the depths of the darkened hallway, the piercing, rhythmic wail of baby Clara drifted in, cutting through the silence like a blade and signaling a chaotic start to the morning.