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The ancient grandfather clock in the deserted hall had stopped precisely at midnight, marking an ominous end to the stormy evening. Detective Miles Corbin, his trench coat damp from the persistent rain, cautiously pushed open the grand oak door to the library. A single, ornate candelabra lay shattered near the victim, its wax pooling like tears on the expensive, blood-stained velvet carpet. Lord Harrington, patriarch of the infamous family fortune, slumped grotesquely in his favourite armchair, his life cruelly extinguished without a sound. His usually impeccable silver hair was matted and dark, hinting at a violent struggle that had clearly preceded his untimely demise. A peculiar, single red rose rested upon his chest, its thorns unusually sharp, perhaps meant as a final, defiant, chilling message.