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The body lay face down in the garden, half hidden by the roses that had long since begun to wilt. Detective Clara Marsh stepped through the iron gate, her boots sinking into the mud left by last night's heavy rain. She had seen death before, more times than she cared to count, but something about this scene felt deeply wrong. The victim wore an expensive silk dress, now stained dark red with blood that pooled beneath her still, crumpled form. A single pearl earring glinted in the morning light, torn from her ear and discarded carelessly among the thorny stems. Clara knelt beside the woman and pressed two gloved fingers to her neck, already knowing there would be no pulse. Behind her, a young officer retched quietly near the fountain, trying and failing to keep his composure in the dawn. The mansion loomed above them all, its dark windows staring down like the hollow eyes of a skull at midnight. Someone inside that house had killed this woman, and Clara swore silently that she would find out who did it. She stood, brushed the damp earth from her knees, and walked toward the front door without a moment of hesitation.