Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FY0WWPSMA93X5F4AK24K77

The rain had been falling over Harrowgate for three days when Detective Mara Quill arrived at the manor's iron gates. Inside, the house smelled of wet wool, burnt sugar, and something sharper that she could not yet name, even now. Constable Thomas Greaves met her in the hallway, his face unusually pale and his notebook trembling in his shaking hand. Lord Edmund Ashby had been found at the foot of the grand staircase, a letter opener buried in his chest. Mara knelt beside the body, noting the dried mud on his boots and the candle guttering on the landing above. Nobody had touched the candle, which meant someone had lit it after the killing and then left in a hurry. Mara looked up at the gallery, where eleven guests had gathered, each one watching her with careful, unreadable, hungry eyes.