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The rain arrived before dawn, drumming against the windows of Blackthorn House while its owner lay dead beneath the piano. At seven, the housekeeper discovered him, one hand clutching a silver key, the other pointing toward the locked library door. She screamed once, then stopped when she touched his hand and saw a shadow moving behind the heavy velvet curtains. A muddy footprint marked the carpet beside him, its narrow heel pressed over a dark stain that still looked wet. By the time Detective Mara Voss arrived, the household had gathered in the drawing room, silent beneath their host’s portrait. His widow wore pearls over her nightdress, and his brother held a glass containing something stronger than the morning required. Nobody admitted hearing a shot, although the wound was unmistakable, and nobody could explain why every clock had stopped together. Voss examined the key, then asked who had opened the library, and watched the widow’s fingers tighten around her pearls.