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The old manor sat silent beneath the pale October moon. Detective Clara Voss arrived first, her flashlight cutting through fog. Someone had called it in at half past eleven tonight. The iron gate groaned as she pushed it slowly open. Leaves crunched beneath her boots on the long stone path. The front door was already ajar, light spilling outward softly. She stepped inside and immediately noticed the smell of copper. A grandfather clock ticked loudly in the dim entrance hall. The body of Lord Ashworth lay sprawled across the floor. His right hand clutched a torn piece of red fabric. Clara knelt beside him and pulled out her worn notebook. Whoever had done this was careful, deliberate, and very cold. No weapon rested nearby, no glass shattered on the ground. She stood and scanned the room with her trained eyes. A single wine glass sat untouched on the oak table. Two chairs were pulled out, as if guests had left. This was no robbery; nothing valuable had been taken away. Lord Ashworth had been expecting someone he trusted that evening. Clara whispered quietly, knowing the dead never give their answers. She was going to find out who had done this.