Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HWTVTVCXK11VP3RN9T8RP

The rain-slicked cobblestones gleamed under the dim streetlights. A single set of footprints led to the library door. Inside, the grandfather clock chimed twelve slow, mournful tolls. Lord Ashworth lay sprawled across his mahogany desk. A silver letter opener protruded from his white shirt. The only witness was a silent, sleeping tabby cat. Detective Harding knelt to examine the victim's cold hand. A faint scent of lavender hung in the stale air. He noticed a single, disturbed volume on the shelf. The book lay open to a page about forgotten poisons.