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The grand old manor house stood dark and still, cloaked in an unsettling silence that felt profoundly wrong. Detective Miles Corbin stepped from his idling vehicle, adjusting his trench coat against the unwelcome, bone-chilling night. A uniformed officer met him quickly, nodding gravely before leading the way inside, his face gravely pale tonight. The air within the foyer hung heavy with the distinct coppery scent of fresh spilled blood here. Broken crystal shimmered under harsh lights, scattering sharp fragments across the polished marble floor nearby. "The body is upstairs, sir," the young officer murmured quietly, his voice barely a hushed whisper then. Miles ascended the wide winding staircase, his heavy boots echoing loudly in the vast, disturbing emptiness. The master bedroom door stood ajar, revealing a tableau of chaos frozen forever in the terrible room. A woman lay crumpled beside an antique writing desk, her expensive silk gown now deeply stained crimson. Her wide, vacant eyes stared sightlessly at the ornate ceiling, reflecting no light, no future, no hope. A single, intricate silver letter opener protruded viciously from her delicate, still and silent chest. Miles felt the familiar cold dread settle deep within his gut, another life brutally ended too soon.