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The old house stood silent, cloaked in heavy fog. Rain beat hard against the grimy windowpanes outside. Detective Inspector Thorne shivered, clutching his worn trench coat. His breath plumed white in the mansion's chill air. A cryptic phone call summoned him here past midnight. The grand oak door creaked open, revealing dusty gloom. Footsteps echoed hollowly on the polished marble floor inside. He followed the faint scent of copper and decay. A crystal chandelier glittered dimly above a slumped figure. Lady Beatrice Sterling lay sprawled, face frozen stark. A single crimson stain bloomed brightly on her silk dress. Her vacant eyes stared up at the frescoed ceiling. Thorne knelt carefully, checking for any signs of life. He felt nothing but cold stiffness beneath his gloved hand. Her sapphire necklace was missing from her pale, thin neck. This was no accident; someone had paid a deadly visit. Forensics would arrive soon, but clues seemed painfully scarce. The killer had vanished into the oppressive, dark night.