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The grand estate loomed under storm clouds, its windows flickering with candlelight as guests arrived for dinner that evening. Detective Mercer adjusted his gloves, watching the butler’s stiff posture betray something unseen beneath his polished professional demeanor. A scream shattered the silence just as the clock struck nine, echoing through halls lined with portraits of long-dead ancestors. Lady Whitmore’s diamond brooch lay shattered on the marble floor, its gems scattered like stars around her motionless, elegantly dressed body. The air smelled of lavender and gunpowder, a contradiction that hung heavy as whispers spread among the assembled suspects. Each guest claimed innocence, yet their eyes darted toward the library door, left slightly ajar as if inviting scrutiny. Mercer knelt beside the body, noticing a single playing card—the ace of spades—tucked into her lifeless, manicured fingers. Outside, thunder rumbled as the detective stood, his gaze sweeping over the room where secrets simmered behind forced smiles. The butler cleared his throat, his voice trembling while announcing the telephone lines had been cut by an unknown hand. Mercer’s pulse steadied; he knew the killer remained among them, waiting for the next carefully calculated move to unfold.