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The old mansion loomed, silent against the winter night sky. Detective Miles stood outside, his breath pluming in the cold air. A frantic call reported something terribly wrong within the dark walls. He pushed open the heavy oak door; it groaned low. Darkness enveloped the grand foyer, thick and deeply disquieting. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of his powerful flashlight. A faint, metallic scent pricked at the detective's keen nostrils. He followed the smell, ascending the wide, creaking marble staircase. Each step echoed loudly, amplifying the mansion's oppressive stillness. The scent grew stronger, leading him to a gilded bedroom door. Hesitantly, Miles turned the cold brass knob, then pushed it. Crimson liquid stained the plush carpet, spreading slowly outward there. Sir Reginald Blackwood lay sprawled, his eyes staring blankly upward. A silver letter opener was plunged deep into his still chest. Blood crusted around the hilt, a gruesome, horrifying, silent testament. The room held a chill beyond the winter night's cold touch. Miles’ gloved hand reached slowly for his radio microphone.