Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1H25KBFMB2YCHKFSWAYXVS

Rain hammered Blackthorn Manor as mourners gathered for Arthur Vale's wake. Candles guttered low, casting nervous shadows across ancestral portraits watching. No one mentioned the missing will, though everyone noticed absence. At precisely midnight, the grandfather clock shuddered, then abruptly stopped. A scream split silence upstairs, sharp as breaking crystal glass. They found Arthur's daughter sprawled beside the locked study door. Her fingers clutched a chess knight stained with fresh blood. Beneath the window, muddy footprints ended where the moonlight began. Inspector Greaves arrived smiling faintly, already suspecting everyone inside. Then the housekeeper whispered, "The murderer is still among us."