On quiet Thursday nights, the old church basement fills with the murmurs of daubers, whispers of gossip, and the hollow clatter of numbered balls rolling across the bingo cage. For years, it has been a ritual of routine-until the night someone shouts not just "Bingo!" but discovers a lifeless body sprawled across the prize table.
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