Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6HS3CDZVZSHHZMTCA7FMY

Rain hammered the tall windows of the old Blackthorn Manor. Inside, twelve guests waited in the candlelit hall for dinner. At eight, the host's chair remained empty beside the fire. A servant found Lord Blackthorn slumped over his study desk. One small pistol lay near his hand, still faintly warm. The study door was bolted from the inside all evening. No footprints marked the thick carpet beneath those draped windows. Inspector Hale arrived before midnight, shaking rain from his coat. He studied the corpse, the wound, and the silent guests. Someone in this manor had planned a perfect, impossible murder.