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Rain tapped softly against windows overlooking Blackthorn Manor's empty courtyard. Detective Mara Voss arrived before dawn, carrying yesterday's newspaper. Inside, every clock had stopped precisely at midnight, together. A silver bell chimed upstairs, though nobody touched its handle. Mara found Lord Vale beneath portraits, smiling without his eyes. His blood darkened the carpet, forming an unfamiliar crooked arrow. Beside him lay one white glove, stitched with initials backward. The household gathered silently, each face concealing a private thunder. Then Mara noticed wet footprints leading toward the locked library.