Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0AJ1PYATFP0QZPP88NY4VT

At midnight, the harbor bell tolled, summoning everyone to dock. Captain Hale lay silent inside his cabin, door locked tight. Detective Mara Quinn arrived, rain dripping from her fedora slowly. She noted a glass untouched beside a steaming tea cup. Outside, gulls screamed while lanterns flickered over wet boards below. The mate swore he heard singing, then sudden footsteps alone. A pale stranger claimed stewardship, yet avoided Mara's questions entirely. She found fingerprints on the latch, smudged by salt air. Within, Hale's pocket held a key and folded map inside. Mara stared at the body, wondering who controlled time tonight.