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The grand oak door stood strangely ajar at midnight on Tuesday. A single crimson droplet gleamed upon the polished marble floor. Deeper within the silent mansion, a broken clock had stopped chiming. The missing heiress would not be answering any urgent questions tonight. I noted the untouched whiskey beside her elegant velvet armchair. A faint scent of expensive perfume and something metallic lingered. Every window in the library was securely locked from the inside. This presented a rather compelling and impossible problem for us. Her final handwritten note seemed too perfectly composed, too neat. I suspected we were meant to find exactly these clues.