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The old mansion creaked under the weight of midnight. A single lantern flickered, casting shadows on the peeling wallpaper. Detective Harlan stepped inside, his polished shoes sinking into damp carpet. The body lay sprawled across the Persian rug, limbs twisted. Blood pooled around the victim’s chest, dark as spilled wine. A silver letter opener protruded from the wound, gleaming coldly. Harlan crouched, examining the dead man’s frozen expression of shock. The air smelled of cigar smoke and something metallic, cloying. A shattered whiskey glass glittered near the victim’s outstretched fingers. Footsteps echoed down the hall—too quick, too light, then gone.