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The fog clung thickly to the cobblestone streets that night. A lone figure shuffled silently beneath the flickering gas lamps. Detective Grayson’s coat billowed as he stepped over the threshold. The body lay cold, its glassy eyes staring at nothing. A silver letter opener protruded from the victim’s lifeless chest. Blood pooled darkly around the edges of the Persian rug. The scent of expensive whiskey lingered faintly in the air. Grayson glanced at the pocket watch left open on the desk. Its hands had stopped precisely at the hour of death. A single crimson rose rested beside it, petals unnervingly fresh.