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Rain combed the windows as Inspector Vale entered Blackthorn Manor. Inside, the grandfather clock stuttered, then surrendered completely to silence. Lady Marrow lay beneath portraits, one gloved hand crimson. No one screamed, though twelve guests watched from shadows. On the table, a teacup steamed beside her untouched. Vale noticed the sugar bowl contained pearls, not sugar. Outside, carriage wheels faded toward the moor's rising fog. He closed the door and counted every frightened face. One place at dinner remained set for nobody living.