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Detective Mara Venn arrived at Bellweather Manor just as midnight rain silvered the gravel drive and swallowed the distant road. Inside, every clock had stopped at eleven seventeen, and the guests stood beneath the staircase, whispering around their host’s body. Lord Ashcombe lay beside the unlit fireplace, one hand clenched around a playing card: the queen of hearts, carefully bloodied. Mara surveyed their pale faces, then noticed the servants’ entrance swinging gently open, though no footprints crossed the polished floor. “Someone here,” she said, “has already rehearsed a lie,” while thunder shook dust from the portrait above the mantelpiece.