Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TB6J403780FQXXT3BZ9NPC

Rain stitched the harbor to the cliffs while Inspector Mara Voss found the lighthouse keeper dead beside his burning lamp. The door stood open though the logbook insisted every bolt had been carefully drawn before midnight by the victim himself. A gull screamed above the stairs and somewhere below a clock refused to strike the hour it had truly owed. Mara touched the brass rail and felt oil on her glove although the storm had scrubbed the landing clean again. Then the fog horn answered from the water and every window along the village turned its pale face slowly upward. Within a fold of oilcloth Mara discovered a theater ticket torn across the printed date of tomorrow and black salt.