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The old manor stood silent beneath the pale winter moonlight. Detective Clara Walsh arrived just before the clock struck midnight. The iron gates groaned as she pushed them slowly open. Rain had soaked the gravel path leading to the door. A single light burned in the second floor window above. She knocked three times and heard nothing but silence return. The door swung open on its own with a creak. Clara stepped inside and felt the cold air hit her. A crystal chandelier flickered weakly above the marble entrance hall. Then she saw him lying at the foot of stairs. Lord Edmund Blackwell was dead, still dressed in his tuxedo. His eyes were open wide as if frozen in shock. A wine glass lay shattered on the floor beside him. Clara knelt down and studied the dark stain nearby carefully. Nobody else appeared to be present anywhere in the house. Yet someone had clearly been here not very long ago. She reached for her radio and called the station immediately. This was going to be a very long cold night.