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The rain tapped softly against the manor’s windows, casting shadows on the polished wooden floor below. Detective Clara Hayes adjusted her coat, glancing at the ornate clock ticking steadily in the dimly lit hallway. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, mingling with an underlying note of something metallic. Her boots echoed on the marble stairs as she ascended toward the study, her instincts screaming silently in the night. The door creaked open to reveal a body slumped over the desk, crimson pooling beneath motionless fingers. Clara’s gaze swept the room, noting the overturned chair and the half-empty glass of whiskey resting precariously on the edge. A single white glove lay discarded on the floor, its pristine surface marred by a faint smudge of ink. The detective pulled on her own gloves, her mind already racing through the first strands of unraveling truth. Outside, the storm intensified, thunder rumbling in harmony with the growing tension within the silent, death-filled room. Clara knelt beside the body, her flashlight illuminating the pale, lifeless face of someone who had known too much.