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Thundercracked overhead as Detective Aris stepped onto the porch. The old mansion loomed in the storm's flickering light. Rain lashed against the windows, obscuring the view. A single light burned in the study, drawing him forward. He pushed the heavy oak door open. Inside, the air felt thick and still. A body lay sprawled on the worn Persian rug. Blood pooled around a knife plunged deep into the chest. No forced entry marked the locked study door. Only one exit existed from the room. The victim wore a fine silk dressing gown. A valuable pocket watch lay beside the hand. No obvious weapon remained in sight. The room held only a desk and chair. Papers scattered across the polished surface. A half-empty brandy decanter rested nearby. The detective knelt beside the body. He noted the precise angle of the wound. No struggle marks marred the rug. The victim's face showed no terror. A small, neat hole pierced the left temple. The detective straightened, his mind racing. He saw no sign of a struggle. The room seemed unnaturally tidy. The killer had vanished without a trace. The storm raged on outside, indifferent.