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The old manor house stood silent beneath a cold and watchful October moon. Inspector Miles trudged up the gravel path alone, his heavy coat damp with evening dew. His flashlight beam cut a lonely swathe through the oppressive, enveloping darkness ahead. He found the study door slightly ajar, a sliver of ominous yellow light escaping. Inside, Lord Ashworth lay sprawled across his desk, a look of pure surprise. A single, ornate letter opener protruded from his back, its silver hilt gleaming. The inspector noted the precise angle, the lack of any obvious struggle. A stack of papers remained perfectly neat, except for one scattered page. Every book was perfectly aligned on the shelves, every object meticulously dusted. This compulsive orderliness made the single violent act seem even more jarring. Then Miles saw the note, placed deliberately beside the dead man's hand. Its message was simple, just five words typed on a crisp slip. It read: 'The wrong one died tonight, you fool.' This changed everything about the case, suggesting a far deeper conspiracy. Someone had killed with purpose, and they were far from finished yet.