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Rain stitched silver threads across Blackmoor Station as Inspector Vale stepped from the train into fog smelling of coal. At midnight, the manor’s windows glowed ahead, though Lord Ashbury’s telegram had requested help tomorrow, not tonight. The butler met him by the gates, pale, gloved hands trembling around a lantern with cracked yellow glass. “Inspector,” he whispered, “forgive the hour, but someone has murdered Lady Ashbury inside the locked music room.” From the house came one piano note, soft and deliberate, though every servant stood waiting outside in terror.