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Rain hammered the old lighthouse windows as Detective Mara Quinn arrived precisely at midnight for urgent mysterious call today alone. Innkeeper Thomas Bell lay sprawled across cold marble floor, silver candlestick still clutched tightly within his lifeless pale right hand. Eight frightened guests stood silently around flickering fireplace, each avoiding eye contact while thunder echoed loudly through dark empty hallways. Quinn noticed broken clock stopped exactly at midnight, its shattered glass scattered deliberately across dusty wooden library table last night. Someone whispered that storm had cut all phone lines, leaving isolated mansion vulnerable until morning ferry could finally arrive tomorrow. She pulled notebook from wet coat pocket, knowing one guest lied because locked door showed no forced entry whatsoever tonight.