Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB2FB8XBHXQBP8QETJB5WF

Mist clung to the harbor town as dawn pale, the clock tower tolling like a secret about to spill tonight. Inside the gaslit lobby, whispers gathered, guests shifting like shadows, awaiting someone who would never arrive to break the silence. A body lay slumped beneath the grand staircase, chalk white, eyes open, a lipstick kiss faint upon a cold cheek. The host, impeccably dressed, hovered near a velvet railing, pretending calm while fingertips trembled, counting breaths like ticking hidden clocks. A maid whispered that the victim had argued with someone unseen, words sharp as cut glass, just before midnight there. Outside, rain began tapping the panes, as if the weather itself urged suspects to conceal, confess, or simply vanish tonight. In the corner, a portrait winked with damp dust, inviting readers to follow secrets that never stay buried forever below.