Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA736BPE0CK091HXRRTDSK

Rain stitched silver threads across Marlowe Manor as Detective Elara Voss arrived, summoned by a whispering midnight telephone call again. Inside the chandelier swayed gently and guests stood silent watching the grandfather clock bleed seconds into shadows beneath their shoes. At the library door a maid pointed tremblingly toward a mahogany desk where Lord Harrow lay facedown without speaking tonight. A teacup toppled near his hand spilling black leaves while a single glove rested on the carpet beside the hearth. Elara knelt noting no blood only a faint almond scent and a smear of violet wax on his cuff neatly. Captain Sorrell the host insisted everyone remained yet every alibi sounded rehearsed like lines learned in panic for her benefit. When the storm cut the power Elara heard someone whisper her name and the murderer moved somewhere nearby in darkness.