Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VDFA2B6SVWSKJ95RAVFY0

The old lighthouse had stood at the edge of Harrow Bay for nearly two hundred years without a single incident. Tonight, that quiet record finally ended, as Detective Clara Marsh stepped carefully around the body sprawled on the stone floor. The victim, a well dressed man in his early fifties, lay face down with both his arms stretched wide apart. A single white candle still flickered on the windowsill, casting long shadows that danced like nervous fingers across the walls. Clara knelt beside the body and found a small folded note tucked very carefully beneath the dead man's right hand. She did not dare touch it just yet, knowing fully that the hours ahead would demand her very sharpest attention. Outside, the bitter wind screamed through the jagged rocks below, and the dark sea churned with wild and furious energy. Someone had committed this terrible crime with care, with patience, and with a cold calculating intelligence that Clara almost admired.