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Rain hammered the cobblestones as Detective Mara entered the manor, her coat dripping, mind already cataloguing the night’s secrets cold. The chandelier flickered, casting trembling shadows across portraits that seemed to watch, whispering accusations in muted amber light for her. Inside, the ballroom lay silent, a shattered glass vase glimmering beside a crimson‑stained rug, evidence of frantic struggle that night. Mara’s flashlight swept across the doorway, revealing a half‑open safe, its combination dial spinning eerily, as if alive in silence. A distant clock struck midnight, echoing through marble corridors, while a lone violin mourned, hinting at secrets waiting to surface.