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Rain needled the windows of Blackthorn Manor while nine strangers waited for midnight in the candlelit drawing room upstairs tonight. Detective Mara Vale noticed the grandfather clock had stopped, though its brass pendulum still swung in perfect silence. Lord Eversham smiled at everyone, lifted his crystal glass, and collapsed before the first toast was finished there. The scream came from his widow, but Mara watched the butler pocket something silver with trembling gloved hands. Outside, thunder swallowed the telephone’s final ring, and every door in the old house locked by itself simultaneously.