Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G0Y6KKWPV73QN52EN4K1BH

The rain had fallen over Ashford Manor since dawn, washing gravel paths grey and filling every gutter with cold water. Inside the drawing room, Lord Edmund Vale lay motionless beside the cold fireplace, one hand still clutching a crystal tumbler. Detective Inspector Margaret Holloway stood in the doorway, her umbrella dripping onto the rug, and studied the scene very carefully. Nothing about the room seemed out of place, yet something about it felt terribly wrong to her trained, experienced eye. Holloway knelt beside the body, noticing the faint smell of bitter almonds and the wet footprints leading toward the study.