Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9PWWXMZS7E69CYNKTRNNP1

Rain needled the manor windows as Detective Mara Voss arrived, summoned before dawn by a trembling call from the housekeeper. Inside, candlelight shivered along portraits whose stern eyes seemed newly awake, watching servants cluster silently around the grand staircase below. At the landing lay Edmund Wren, throat opened with surgical precision, one gloved hand pointing accusingly toward the library door. No blood marked the corridor beyond him, yet muddy footprints ended abruptly beside the banister, as though erased midstep there. Mara noticed the stopped clock above the hearth, its hands fixed at 4:17, and smelled faint lilacs beneath sharp cordite. Then the butler whispered that every guest had remained upstairs all night, which made the missing widow impossible to ignore.