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At midnight, the bell tower rang though ropes hung motionless. Inspector Vale arrived to find the manor's front door ajar. Inside, every clock had stopped at precisely eleven seventeen sharp. Lord Ashcombe lay beneath the staircase, one hand clenched tightly. Beside him, a silver key gleamed in a dark puddle. No window stood open, and no footprints crossed the snow. Yet someone had left a wet umbrella beside the fireplace. Vale glanced upstairs, where one door clicked softly shut somewhere. The housekeeper whispered, “He was alone,” then avoided Vale's gaze. Vale noticed fresh mud beneath her own polished black shoes. The murderer, Vale realized, was still somewhere inside the house.