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Rain polished the manor windows as Detective Vale arrived, summoned by a trembling housekeeper who refused to meet his eyes. Inside, the guests clustered beneath chandeliers, their laughter brittle, their champagne untouched, while somewhere above them, a door slammed. Vale found the body in the library, sprawled beside a toppled lamp, one hand clutching a letter stained with wax. The victim, Sir Alistair Morrow, still wore his dinner jacket, though his throat bore a thin, precise line of crimson. No one had entered the room since midnight, said the butler, yet mud tracked across the carpet told another story. Vale knelt beside the hearth, noting the missing portrait, the broken clock, and the scent of jasmine lingering faintly. Then he noticed the letter addressed to his own name, and everyone in the room suddenly stopped breathing.