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Rain polished the courthouse steps when Inspector Vale found blood. It shimmered beneath lamplight, leading toward the locked records office. Inside, Judge Marlowe sat upright, smiling despite the bullet wound. His gavel rested neatly beside a glass of untouched brandy. On the desk, one torn verdict burned without any flame. The office door remained bolted from within, impossibly secure tonight. Vale noticed mud on the windowsill, though windows were sealed. A clock chimed thirteen, then stopped before finishing midnight properly. Outside, the jurors waited, whispering names they feared speaking aloud. Vale pocketed a silver cufflink engraved with his own initials.