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The old mansion loomed over foggy cliffs as Detective Mara Voss arrived, summoned by frantic coastal townsfolk. Inside, servants whispered of sudden thunder, and every clock chimed wrong, marking minutes that refused to align. At the foyer, a body lay near the marble stairs, dressed neatly, yet eyes staring elsewhere. The victim, Sir Alton Mercer, held a shattered pocketwatch, its hands frozen between betrayal and prayer. Mara knelt beside him, noting salt stains, vanished candles, and a crimson ribbon pinned to linen. Constable Price insisted the lock was sealed, though seawind scratched windows from the stormy north. A maid named Elsie begged silence, swearing she heard violin music behind locked study doors. From that study, smoke curled upward, though no flame burned, and the air smelled metallic. Mara asked everyone to recount their hours, while the tide tapped rhythms against the stained glass.