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Cold autumn rain lashed Blackwood Manor’s drafty second floor windows. A trembling parlor maid froze on the library’s oak threshold. Her employer’s lifeless body pooled in deep burgundy blood there. The oak entry door stood bolted shut from the inside. A gilded grandfather clock struck one sharp resonant brass chime. A smashed crystal goblet rested inches from his cold palm. No trace of forced entry marked any manor’s wooden doorframe. A stranger’s silk glove peeked beneath a fallen leather book. The maid’s shriek died in her throat before it escaped. Someone else lurked in the shadows just down the hall.