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**Opening Scene:** Rain tapped the window like a ghost counting secrets slowly. Detective Harlan Voss stared at the body, cold and still. A single crimson rose lay beside the victim’s pale hand. The room smelled of old books and something far darker. No forced entry, no struggle—just silence and a missing knife. Voss knelt, counting ten perfect fingerprints on the dusty floor. The victim’s eyes were open, frozen in silent, endless surprise. A pocket watch ticked loudly, mocking the stillness of death. Someone had known this room, this moment, this exact betrayal. And now Voss had ten words to unravel the truth.