Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBS9AC2NASV6XDGP74GBQ8

The fog rolled thick across the moor, entirely swallowing the old manor's iron gates and gravel drive in cold silence. Inside the manor, a single candle flickered in the library, casting long shadows against towering shelves of ancient leather-bound books. Detective Inspector Clara Voss knelt beside the body, her gloved fingers hovering above a crimson stain on the Persian rug. The dead man's face was frozen in final surprise, his mouth open as if he had desperately tried to speak. A shattered teacup lay near his outstretched hand, its small delicate painted roses now flecked with tiny dark red droplets. Clara glanced toward the locked door, noting the key still resting in the brass lock from inside the sealed room. No windows had been opened, and the only chimney flue was blocked by years of old soot and abandoned nests. She slowly picked up the fallen teacup's handle, frowning at the faint smell of bitter almonds rising immediately from it.