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The rain hammered Marrowick Station when Detective Hale arrived, suitcase clutched tight, hearing whispers from Porter's platform below at midnight. A conductor's whistle had stopped abruptly, and silence sat like frost across the empty ticket office windows all around tonight. Behind the luggage shed, someone found the mayor sprawled, throat cut neatly, lantern light pooling around his shoes alone there. Hale knelt without gloves, sniffing iron and cedar, then noticed a cufflink stamped with a raven crest engraved in silver. Three suspects hovered nearby: Porter's brother, the skeptical nurse, and Councilman Voss with muddy boots fresh from tracks outside town. Each insisted innocence, yet their stories tangled around a missing key said to open the freight vault by dawn yesterday. Hale requested names again, watching how the nurse avoided rainwater stains on the railings near the stairs most carefully then. When lightning flared, the ravens on the cufflink seemed to twitch, as if still listening for the next footstep coming.