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The grand oak door stood ajar revealing the library's elegant disarray within the manor. A single lamp cast frantic shadows upon the towering bookshelves and leather chairs. Lord Ashby’s still form lay draped across his mahogany desk like a discarded coat. A spilled glass of port slowly stained a map of the estate. His left hand clutched a torn scrap of parchment with inked letters. The room smelled of old paper expensive smoke and something metallic beneath. Detective Vale entered silently his sharp eyes tracing every detail of the scene. The butler waited in the hallway his face a perfect mask of shock. Outside the study a storm muttered promises of further disruption to come. Every suspect was upstairs yet nobody claimed to have heard the gunshot.