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Rain needles the cobblestones as midnight tolls across Grayhaven tonight. Detective Mara Quinn waits beneath gaslight, watching shuttered windows breathe. The sea exhales rot, carrying whispers from the vagrant pier. Church bells falter, then choke, as footsteps hesitate behind her. She turns slowly, coat creaking, eyes slicing alleys for movement. Only the cat remains, tail scribbling questions over broken glass. Then a scream unspools, thin silk tearing across the harbor. Mara runs uphill, boots drumming warnings through ribs and rain. The mansion's lantern yawns open, swallowing her shadow like tide. On marble stairs lies Lord Halvern, throat red, puzzle begun.