Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5BZGQ6NWYF57D54FWNXY0

The rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor that night. Inspector Marlowe arrived shortly after midnight, his coat soaked through. Inside, the great hall flickered with candlelight and deep shadows. Lord Ashworth lay slumped in his chair, quite clearly dead. A silver letter opener rested beside his outstretched, pale hand. His wife stood weeping quietly near the tall marble fireplace. The butler claimed he heard nothing unusual before discovering him. Marlowe noticed one strange detail about the locked study door. The key had been turned from the inside, not outside. Someone wanted everyone to believe this death was suicide.