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The old lighthouse stood silent against the stormy night sky. Detective Clara Moss arrived alone at the crumbling iron gate. Rain hammered the cobblestones beneath her worn leather boots. She pushed the gate open with a reluctant gloved hand. Inside, a single candle flickered in the highest circular window. The beam of her flashlight swept across the wet ground. Something dark and still lay near the base below. Clara stepped closer, her breath caught tight in her throat. The body of a man was sprawled face down there. His expensive coat was soaked completely through with cold rain. A gold pocket watch lay open just beside his hand. The time it displayed had stopped at precisely half past. Clara reached for her radio but found only crackling static. She knelt beside the man and studied his pale neck. Two deep marks told her everything she already feared tonight.