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The rain etched silver paths on Hawthorne Manor, where guests gathered for midnight supper after the séance ended quietly tonight. Sir Lionel insisted the locked study be opened, insisting his late brother's violin case held vital clues for everyone present. When the butler produced a key, smoke curled from the hearth, though no fire burned at all in that room. A scream pierced the hall; Cassandra Vale fled the staircase clutching a pearl-handled dagger and trembling without any further explanation. Inside the study, Dr. Mercer lay facedown, ink spilled beside him, while the others watched the clock strike thirteen once.