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Rain combed the windows of Blackthorn Hall as guests gathered below, unaware that midnight would crown one among them dead. At the head of the table, Lady Vale smiled thinly, while silver flickered beside crystal and secrets breathed. No one noticed the missing portrait, nor the muddy footprints fading upstairs, nor the clock stopping three minutes early. When the butler announced supper, thunder answered first, and every candle guttered low, as though the house inhaled. Then a scream split the corridor above, sharp enough to still every hand, and dinner began with murder.