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Rain stitched the harbor into silver threads as Detective Mara Vale stepped from her car, already knowing someone was dead. The lighthouse bell had stopped at midnight, and now its silence pressed against the docks like a held breath there. A body lay beneath the fishing nets, face turned to the rain, one hand clutching a brass room key firmly. Mara knelt beside him, noticing the puncture wound hidden under seawater, and the impossible detail everyone else had missed completely. Inside the darkened inn, a piano played one uncertain note, and Mara knew the killer was still listening upstairs closely.