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Rain needled the manor windows as guests gathered beneath chandeliers, pretending warmth while portraits watched from walls darkened by age. At precisely midnight, the clock groaned twelve times, and Lady Wren collapsed beside the grand piano, pearls scattering everywhere. No one screamed at first; they only stared, hearing the final note still trembling beneath the storm's relentless drumming. Then Colonel Vale locked the doors himself, declaring the killer remained among them, smiling politely while hiding bloodied hands.