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The old lighthouse stood at the edge of town, its beam cutting through the thick autumn fog relentlessly. Detective Clara Marsh arrived at the scene just after midnight, her boots crunching softly on the wet gravel. A body had been found slumped against the rusty iron door, one hand clutching a torn photograph tightly. The victim was a man in his fifties, well dressed, with no obvious signs of struggle anywhere nearby. Clara pulled on her gloves and knelt beside him, studying his pale face with quiet, methodical professional focus. Her partner, Officer Reed, stood behind her scribbling notes into a small weathered notebook he always carried with him. The lighthouse keeper claimed he had heard nothing unusual, though his nervous eyes suggested a very different story entirely. Waves crashed loudly against the rocks below as Clara noticed a single gold ring missing from his right hand. Someone had been here before them, that much was certain, and they had taken something important deliberately away tonight.