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Rain stitched the manor windows closed, while lanterns trembled along the corridor, where tonight's guests smiled too carefully at one another. Detective Mara Vale arrived after midnight, carrying a damp coat, a keen stare, and the memory of three unsolved disappearances. In the library, Lord Ashcombe lay sprawled beside the hearth, his silver letter opener pinned beneath a single, deliberate wound. No one had touched the body, yet every guest possessed bloodshot eyes, trembling hands, and an alibi spoken far too quickly. Mara noticed the clock had stopped at eleven seventeen, exactly when the storm outside drowned every sound from the west wing. A maid whispered that the lord had summoned someone privately, and that afterward she heard glass breaking and a woman crying. As Mara studied the room, she found one wet footprint, one missing portrait, and one note reading, You are next.