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Rain stitched the manor windows shut, while Detective Vale arrived, carrying a lantern, a notebook, and a suspicion nobody welcomed. Inside, the ballroom smelled of lilies, whiskey, and fear, and twelve guests turned toward him with practiced, brittle smiles. At the chandelier’s center, Sir Alistair lay sprawled beneath shattered crystal, his gloved hand still clutching a sealed invitation.