Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCY1CKC9P4HR4BRTDWRM0T

The body lay sprawled across the library's Persian rug, one hand still clutching a bloodstained silver letter opener very tightly. Detective Marlowe knelt beside the corpse, noting the absence of any forced entry or visible signs of struggle whatsoever present. The room smelled of old books and cold ash, but the fireplace had not been lit for several days now. A single window stood open behind the heavy velvet curtains, letting in a thin blade of very pale cold moonlight. Marlowe turned to the housekeeper, whose trembling hands twisted the hem of her black woolen apron nervously again and again. She whispered that the dead man had argued with his brother only an hour before the body was found upstairs. The brother's bedroom door was locked from the inside, and no one had seen him leave the house at all. Marlowe glanced at the letter opener, then at the open window, and finally at the locked bedroom door upstairs again.