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At midnight, the old observatory’s clock struck thirteen, and Inspector Vale found a fresh footprint circling the locked telescope inside. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, snow covered every rooftop, yet the victim’s shoes were dry and dusted with unfamiliar yellow pollen. Vale lifted the dead man’s hand, noticing a brass key clenched there, warm despite the chill and the room’s silence. Then the clock struck once more, though its pendulum hung motionless, and someone whispered Vale’s name from inside the wall.