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The grand clock struck twelve in the dusty, silent hall. A single scream then pierced the old manor’s deep gloom. We found Lord Blackwood dead beside his spilled brandy glass. A crimson stain slowly spread across his white silk waistcoat. No window was open; the study door had been locked. His cold eyes stared blankly at the painted ceiling above. The butler entered, his face a mask of practiced calm. But his trembling hands betrayed a far more secret fear. Everyone in the house that night had a hidden motive. Only the killer knew which of these ten words mattered.