Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1H3RH1C7KZWSFP8E358NYA

Rain polished Blackthorn Manor while mourners gathered beneath lowering clouds. Inside, grandfather clocks counted silences between whispers and clinking glasses. Lady Vale welcomed everyone warmly, though her smile never reached. At dinner, candles trembled whenever the locked library door rattled. Professor Wren joked about ghosts, then spilled wine across maps. No one laughed when the butler announced midnight had arrived. A scream sliced upward from the cellar, sharp as winter. They found Jasper Crowe crumpled beside barrels, throat neatly opened. In his stiffening hand rested Lady Vale's missing emerald brooch. Above them, the clocks resumed ticking, patient as hidden witnesses.