Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2HCK9Q2CHR5JAXYVQ1HW9

Rain hammered Blackwood Manor on the night Lord Ashford died. Inspector Mara Quinn arrived at midnight, soaked to the bone. The butler met her at the door, pale and trembling. His Lordship is in the library, madam, and quite dead. Mara followed him down a corridor lined with gilded portraits. Inside, the body lay sprawled beside a shattered crystal decanter. The door was locked from the inside, the butler insisted. Mara knelt and noticed a silver button in his fist. She remembered the guests downstairs; every jacket had been buttoned. Someone in this house was lying; Mara would discover who.