Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2GBGJ77JZDT7B47TECW2FZ

The clock above the mantel chimed midnight, its echo swallowed by the sprawling, silent manor. Rain streaked the tall library windows, blurring the garden’s skeletal oaks into shadows. A single lamp cast amber light on the worn leather chair near the cold fireplace. Lord Ashworth’s body was slumped there, a silver letter opener buried in his chest. His spectacles lay shattered on the Persian rug, near a single, blood-smeared playing card. No one had entered the front door; the locks were still in place. Outside, the storm raged, but inside, an impossible stillness had claimed the room.