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Rain stitched silver lines across Blackthorn Manor as Inspector Vale climbed the steps, summoned by a scream no one repeated. Inside, candlelight trembled over shattered glass, and the household stood frozen around the library door, each face carefully innocent tonight. Vale noticed the lock intact, the window latched, and a single crimson glove lying beside the body, still warm beneath. When the maître d' whispered the victim's name, every guest turned toward the portrait above the mantel, ashen and silent. Inspector Vale smiled thinly, because the murderer had already made one mistake, and the storm outside would soon confess everything.