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The old mansion stood silent upon the rain-slicked hill. Detective Gray pulled his coat tighter against the chilling wind. He knew this call would not be a simple one. A single light burned in a top-floor window. The butler waited, his face a mask of stone. He led the detective through vast, echoing marble halls. They entered the library; the scene was perfectly still. Lord Ashworth lay dead beneath his own favorite portrait. A single, elegant dagger protruded from his chest. There was no sign of a struggle at all. The butler spoke, each word measured and precise. "Everyone was present when the power inexplicably failed, sir."