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The old lighthouse keeper discovered the body just before dawn, when pale light crept across the frozen harbor below. Nobody in the small coastal town had expected violence to shatter their quiet lives on such a morning. Margaret Holloway lay face down on the wet rocks, her silver hair splayed like seaweed around her head. Detective Silas Crane arrived within minutes, his boots crunching over gravel as cold wind tore through his coat. He had seen death before, many times, but something about this scene made his stomach tighten with dread. The lighthouse beam continued its slow rotation above, indifferently casting long shadows across the woman's motionless, frost-covered body. A single red glove rested near her outstretched hand, clearly belonging to someone other than the dead woman. Silas crouched down carefully, studying every detail without touching anything, knowing that evidence here could vanish without warning. The keeper, old Thomas Briggs, stood trembling nearby, clutching his lantern as though it might somehow protect him still. Someone in this town had committed an unforgivable act, and Silas was determined to find out exactly who.