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Rain rattled Blackwood Manor as guests gathered silently, unaware the night would end with one among them dead before dawn. At precisely eight, the chandelier flickered twice, and Lady Harrow smiled thinly, concealing dread beneath her diamonds and velvet. No one noticed the butler's trembling hands, nor the muddy footprints drying beside the library door's tarnished brass threshold. During supper, conversation sparkled politely, yet every laugh sounded strained, as though rehearsed for an audience of judges. Then the clock struck nine, and somewhere deep inside the house, a woman screamed once before silence swallowed everything.