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The fog clung thickly to the cobblestone streets of Victorian London on that fateful autumn evening. A lone gas lamp flickered weakly, casting eerie shadows on the alley's damp and uneven walls. Inspector Hargrove hurried along, his coat whipping in the chill wind that howled through the narrow pass. He'd received a urgent telegram about a grisly discovery in the heart of Whitechapel district now. Pushing open the creaking gate, he entered the modest townhouse where screams had echoed earlier tonight. Inside the parlor, candlelight revealed a scene of chaos with overturned furniture and shattered porcelain dolls. The victim, a prominent banker named Elias Thorne, lay sprawled across the Persian rug in silence. A single stab wound pierced his chest, blood staining the silk cravat he wore so proudly. Hargrove knelt beside the body, noting the absence of struggle marks or signs of forced entry here. Footsteps echoed from the hallway as the maid appeared, her face pale with unbridled terror. She whispered that she'd found him moments after the clock struck midnight in the empty house.