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Fog pressed against Briarwood Manor as Detective Lena Hart arrived, summoned by a midnight call from the caretaker outside town. Inside, chandeliers flickered above silent portraits, and the guests whispered like conspirators while rain stitched the windows shut all night. A violin case lay open on the marble, yet the instrument was missing, leaving only rosined dust near fresh footprints. Lena followed the butler downstairs, where a locked study door stood ajar, breathing tobacco and bitter ink into cold hallway. On the carpet, Lord Ashcroft sprawled beside his desk, throat pierced neatly, his watch stopped at twelve thirteen exactly sharp. No window was broken, no safe was opened, but a single playing card rested between his pale fingers facedown smirking. Upstairs, each guest insisted innocence, yet their stories overlapped oddly, and someone smelled of lavender and gunpowder after the storm. Lena pocketed the card, listening to the manor's ticking pipes, and wondered who feared tomorrow's inheritance most among them all.