Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2A4RSW0VES3YZ0875A096

Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor that terrible night. Inspector Mara Quinn arrived just after midnight, soaked and annoyed. A constable led her through the hall toward the library. Lord Edmund Blackwood lay sprawled beside the fireplace, eyes staring. A shattered decanter lay nearby, whiskey staining the pale rug. "Nobody touched anything," the constable whispered, gripping his notebook tightly. Quinn glanced up; the mantel clock had stopped at eleven-forty. Every door and window was locked from the inside, somehow. Eight guests waited in the drawing room, and one lied. Quinn smiled grimly; someone in that house was a killer.