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Rain stitched the manor's windows as Inspector Vale arrived, finding every clock stopped at midnight and the butler silently bleeding. Lady Harrow stood beside the staircase, white gloves spotless, while her guests whispered accusations into cups of cooling tea nearby. On the parquet floor lay a silver cufflink, engraved with initials belonging to no one invited that evening at all. Vale noticed the library door ajar, and beyond it, Lord Harrow's portrait hanging crooked above fresh ashes on marble tiles. The dead man's hand clutched a torn theatre ticket, damp with rain and smelling faintly of bitter almonds and smoke. Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard groaned, though all twelve suspects swore they had remained together since dinner in the drawing room. Vale removed his hat, smiled politely, and asked whether anyone wished to confess before breakfast complicated matters for everyone present. No one answered, but the stopped clocks began ticking again, each second sounding like a careful footstep behind locked doors.