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The fog clung thickly to the cobblestone streets below. A single streetlamp flickered weakly in the damp evening air. Detective Grayson adjusted his hat and sighed into the silence. The body lay sprawled across the steps of the church. Pale fingers curled around a crumpled note, now bloodstained. Grayson knelt, his gloved hands trembling slightly with cold. The victim’s eyes stared blankly at the starless sky. A silver locket gleamed faintly against her torn dress. Footsteps echoed behind him, but Grayson did not turn. "Another one," muttered the coroner, shaking his head grimly.