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Rain polished the midnight cobblestones. Inspector Vale arrived before dawn. The mansion’s windows watched silently. Inside, twelve candles still burned. One chair faced the fireplace. Its velvet cushion gleamed crimson. Lord Harrow lay beside it. Silver steel pierced his throat. His right hand clutched nothing. His left held a key. No doors appeared remotely locked. Yet footprints ended beneath him. Vale studied the gathered household. Every face offered practiced shock. Only young Clara seemed bored. She pointed toward the mantel. The clock was ticking backward. Then someone upstairs screamed twice. Vale counted eleven frightened faces. Twelve candles continued burning downstairs.