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The grand hotel clock struck midnight with twelve hollow, mournful chimes. A single scream then pierced the ornate, carpeted hallway’s deceptive silence. We found Sir Reginald prone beneath his balcony’s french doors, utterly still. His startled eyes reflected the crystal chandelier’s indifferent, shimmering electric light. A monogrammed handkerchief was clutched, quite strangely, within his left hand. The detective observed the locked room’s only key remained inside. Each guest downstairs possessed a motive, a secret, and a lie. I knew then this would be a very long night.