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The fog clung to the cobblestones like a shroud, silent and thick beneath the flickering gaslight. A distant clock struck twelve, its chimes hollow in the empty street, echoing between the narrow brick walls. The detective’s coat flapped as he turned the corner, his breath visible in the cold, his eyes sharp with suspicion. A single glove lay abandoned near the gutter, its fingers curled as if clutching some unseen terror, stained dark. The body sprawled in the alleyway, pale and still, a knife protruding from its chest, glinting under the moonlight. A note fluttered in the wind, pinned beneath the victim’s hand, its message clear but cryptic: *He knows the truth.* The detective knelt, his gloves brushing the victim’s wrist, finding no pulse, only the chill of death and secrets. Shadows shifted in the windows above, faces peering down, then vanishing, as if the night itself held its breath. The killer was close, watching, waiting—perhaps even smiling—as the game began anew, with blood as its first move.