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At midnight, Inspector Vale found Lady Ashcombe beneath the library window, her silver mask reflecting the moonlit garden beyond silently. Her right hand gripped a torn playing card, while the locked door behind him whispered of impossible escape and betrayal. Vale knelt, noticing three muddy footprints leading inward, though rain had soaked every path outside the mansion before dawn broke. Behind him, guests gathered silently, each pretending shock while secretly measuring how convincingly everyone else performed innocence under pressure tonight. Then the grandfather clock struck thirteen, and Lady Ashcombe's eyes opened, fixing Vale with unmistakable accusation from beyond death itself. She spoke one word, barely audible: “Marrow,” before her eyes closed beneath the astonished portraits watching from the walls above. Vale rose slowly, understanding that the murderer had chosen the victim, the room, and perhaps even the detective as bait. Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, concealing footsteps that approached the library from an unlit corridor without disturbing anyone nearby.