The Eleventh Guest
Ten invitations. Ten strangers. One house without an owner.
Deep in the mountains stands Blackthorn Estate, an opulent manor that has been abandoned for nearly thirty years.
Each guest receives an invitation written on expensive ivory stationery, sealed with black wax. The letter promises something uniquely irresistible: money, forgiveness, revenge, answers, or the return of something they lost.
A chauffeur collects each guest individually. No one sees the driver's face.
By nine o'clock, ten guests have arrived. An eleventh guest, you, is the last to enter.
Dinner is served, although no servants are present.
At precisely midnight, the grandfather clock strikes thirteen times.
The doors lock. The telephone lines are dead. The windows refuse to open.
And on the dining table, beneath a silver cloche, sits a handwritten note:
My dearest guests,
You have all been invited here for a reason. One among you knows why.
By dawn, only the deserving shall remain.
Do enjoy your stay.
β Your Host
Nobody knows who owns the estate, nobody knows they're about to be victims to a murder. And you need to solve it.
Welcome to The Blackthorn Estate Mystery.
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