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Rain rattled the courthouse windows as Detective Mara Voss stepped inside, listening to whispers from the locked evidence room tonight. A pale clerk pointed toward a corpse in velvet gloves, claiming the victim vanished from his cell earlier today alone. Mara knelt, noticing ink stains on the floor and a single key labeled L-7 beside him under broken lamplight carefully. The coroner murmured death arrived quickly, yet no one heard screams through thick plaster walls at midnight anywhere nearby ever. Justice Hall Superintendent Dorian Pike insisted the key was impossible, since L-7 belonged to records only he could access daily. As phones went unanswered, Mara asked who benefited from a corpse appearing without paperwork, and the night listened hard now.