Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95W2Z1QA1QHVEV7R5Y284B

The silver blade glistened under the cold mountain moonlight tonight. Lord Preston lay still upon the red and gold rug. A single drop of blood fell onto the ivory floor. Outside the library window, the winter wind began to howl. No one heard the heavy mahogany doors creak slowly open. Detective Miller stepped inside and adjusted his wet wool coat. He noticed the smell of expensive cigars and bitter almonds. The grandfather clock chimed exactly twelve times in the gloom.