Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2F1C4FYQWH1RGS6M0V1KF

The fog rolled over Harrowgate Manor like a burial shroud, and somewhere inside, a clock struck midnight with grim finality. Inspector Lena Marsh stepped from her car, pulled her collar tight, and studied the crooked silhouette of the sleeping house. Constable Pike met her at the door, his face pale as candle wax beneath the dripping porch lamp's yellow glow. "Lord Aldous Harrowgate is dead, ma'am," he whispered, "found in the locked library with a silver dagger in his back." Lena frowned, because locked rooms rarely happened by accident, and murderers rarely trusted anyone else to keep their dark secrets. Inside the drawing room, six guests huddled near the dying fire, each one watching the others with glittering, suspicious eyes. One of them had killed tonight, Lena realized, and before the sun rose, she would surely learn exactly which one.