Run: 2026-03-09-01KKAC5YHBT2AS000YCA2PV7BA

Rain threaded silver needles through Blackthorn Manor's courtyard as Inspector Vale arrived, summoned before dawn by a trembling, half-coherent housemaid. The front door stood open, breathing candlelight onto the steps, while somewhere inside, a grandfather clock struck six reluctant chimes. In the library, Lord Pembroke reclined beneath shattered glass, his velvet smoking jacket darkened by blood and spilled burgundy everywhere. Only the portrait above him seemed unsurprised, its painted eyes fixed upon the fireplace where embers smoldered around charred paper. Vale removed his gloves slowly, noticing three teacups, one muddy footprint, and the widow's pearls scattered beneath the desk nearby. By sunrise, he knew the killer remained inside the manor, listening already for the first question nobody wished answered aloud.