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Detective Mara Quinn found the lighthouse keeper dead beneath the iron staircase, rain dripping from his coat onto cold stone. "The body wasn't there when the storm started; I locked this door myself," whispered young Thomas, trembling behind her silhouette. She noticed his boots were perfectly dry, his lamp still burning brightly, and fresh muddy footprints leading outside somewhere tonight. Outside, the foghorn moaned endlessly across black water, but the lighthouse beam itself had been deliberately shattered above them both. Mara knelt down, touching the keeper's clenched fist, revealing a sodden scrap of paper marked with initials J.W. in ink.