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The rain pattered on the manor roof as hairline thunder murmured, while the guest list whispered secrets through chandeliers tonight. In the library, the clock sighed, and a body lay beneath the map of forgotten routes while candles flickered softly. The detective arrived unseen, noting fingerprints in frost on the window and the silence between guests turning deliberate that night. A telegram lay crumpled by the door, counting favors owed and favors withheld, as motive long simmered patiently beneath silence. Outside, rain sketched beads on glass, outlining footprints circling the terrace and converging toward a single, unlit conservatory door tonight. I am a guest, they tell me nothing, yet every breath I draw seems to echo a hidden accusation tonight. The room narrowed, witnesses gathered, doors sealed, and the storm outside attempted to erase the truth with roaring pretensions tonight. Who killed, and why, when every alibi sounded rehearsed and every smile concealed a lie beneath polished surfaces tonight, perhaps?