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The old manor house stood silent at the edge of Millbrook, its dark windows staring out into the stormy night. Detective Clara Haines stepped carefully out of her car and pulled her long coat tight against the biting October wind. The call had come in at midnight, a frantic housekeeper screaming about blood spreading across the library's expensive Persian rug. She had seen death many times before, but something about this particular cold October night felt deeply and terribly wrong. Two uniformed officers stood guard at the heavy front door, their pale faces lit by the cold yellow flashlight glow. Inside, the old sprawling house smelled of old money, burnt candles, and something darker that Clara could not quite name. The body of Lord Edmund Ashby lay face down in the very center of the vast room, arms outstretched wide. He was still dressed for dinner, his crisp white shirt now soaked entirely through with a deep and vivid crimson. Clara crouched beside the body and noticed, almost immediately, that all the room's doors had been locked from the inside. Whoever had killed Lord Ashby had either vanished into thin air or was still hiding somewhere within the dark manor.