Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FYFJHKAPCT2A95KKDB415E

The rain had not stopped for three days straight now. Detective Marlowe stepped carefully over the wet cobblestones outside. Yellow tape fluttered violently against the iron gate ahead. Nobody in the village had slept properly since Tuesday. Inspector Hale greeted him at the doorway with grim silence. Blood stained the polished oak floor of the study. The victim lay face down beside an overturned chair. A single brass key glinted near the fireplace. Marlowe knelt slowly and studied the dead man's hands. His fingers were curled tightly around a folded letter. Someone had wanted this message found quickly. Marlowe pocketed his gloves and began to speak.