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Rain needled the windows of Blackmere Manor, and Inspector Vale arrived to find the guesthouse candle still burning downstairs. Inside, the servants whispered, the clocks had stopped at eleven, and Lady Ashford’s body lay beneath the grand staircase. A silver letter opener rested near her hand, yet the blood on its hilt looked too fresh for a suicide. Vale noticed three muddy footprints crossing the marble, each smaller than the last, leading toward the library’s locked door. When the housekeeper swore nobody had entered that room, a faint tapping sounded from within, like fingernails on wood. Vale turned the handle slowly, and the room answered with silence, a shattered vase, and one missing portrait.