Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TAE7M4YJNV5PZXR4Q3VAQD

Rain stitched the harbor to the cliffs while Mara Venn found the lighthouse keeper dead beside his still warm tea. His silver whistle lay open in his palm though the door was locked from inside and the lamp burned blue. Mara noted salt on the windowsill and one clean footprint pointing toward stairs that ended against cold solid stone above. Below them the tide swallowed the jetty then carried back a white glove marked with the missing mayor's family name. Then every clock in town stopped together and someone upstairs began knocking three times against the locked door softly again.