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At midnight, Inspector Vale arrived at Blackthorn Manor, where thunder rattled windows and every clock displayed thirteen impossible minutes precisely. The butler waited beside a locked library door, clutching a silver tray stained with one perfect drop of blood, trembling. Inside, Lord Ashcombe sat upright at his desk, dead, while a fresh candle burned beneath the dripping chandelier without flickering. No weapon lay nearby, yet his right hand pointed accusingly toward a portrait that had been slashed across its eyes. Seven guests crowded the corridor, each claiming ignorance, although muddy footprints connected their rooms to the library terrace directly outside. Vale examined the corpse and found, tucked beneath its tongue, a tiny key engraved with tomorrow’s date and strange initials. Before anyone could speak, the telephone rang once, and a child’s voice whispered, “The second murder has already happened, Inspector.” Then the lights failed, and somewhere above them, a woman began laughing as a heavy body struck the floor hard.