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The old lighthouse stood alone on the cliff, its beam cutting through the fog like a warning. Detective Sarah Morse arrived at the scene just after midnight, her boots crunching on the wet gravel. She had seen many crime scenes before, but something about this one made her stomach turn uncomfortably. The body of a man lay sprawled across the lighthouse steps, one arm reaching toward the door. His expensive suit suggested wealth, yet his empty pockets told an entirely different and more troubling story. A single red rose had been placed deliberately on his chest, still fresh and impossibly, disturbingly perfect. Sarah pulled her coat tighter and studied the cliffs, certain that someone nearby was watching her carefully. The lighthouse keeper, an elderly woman named Ruth, stood trembling by the gate with frightened, hollow eyes. She claimed she had found him there at ten, but her shaking hands suggested something else entirely. Sarah made a note and looked out at the dark sea, knowing this night had just begun.