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The body lay in darkness. A single lamp flickered overhead. It cast long, dancing shadows. A man was quite dead. He wore a formal black suit. A silver dagger gleamed brightly. It pierced his silent heart. No other wound was visible. The room was perfectly still. A grandfather clock ticked softly. It broke the deep silence. Detective Miles arrived at the scene. He observed the meticulous arrangement. Everything seemed too perfectly placed. This was no crime passion. This murder was a statement. He knelt by the corpse. A faint scent of roses. It clung to the air. The victim’s hand was open. A small, torn photograph remained. It showed a grinning face. But the face was ripped. Only the smile remained intact. Someone had left a message.