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The fog clung thickly to the cobblestone streets below. A single streetlamp flickered weakly, casting long, shifting shadows. Detective Harlan Mercer adjusted his hat, scanning the silent alleyway. The body lay sprawled, one hand clutching a torn note. Blood pooled darkly around the victim’s chest, stark against pale skin. Mercer knelt, gloved fingers brushing the edge of the damp paper. The message was cryptic, smudged with rain and something darker. Footsteps echoed faintly, then vanished into the night’s oppressive stillness. Someone had watched this murder; Mercer could feel their presence. He pocketed the note, knowing it held the first clue.