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Therain fell heavily on the cobblestone streets of London. A dim lantern flickered in the window of the old mansion. Detective Alistair Graves arrived just after midnight with his umbrella. The butler greeted him solemnly at the heavy oak door. "The master has been found in his study," the butler said. Graves adjusted his coat and stepped into the dimly lit room. A single lamp cast eerie shadows across the mahogany desk. Blood pooled darkly on the Persian carpet beneath a lifeless body. The victim clutched a torn photograph in his stiffened fingers. Graves knelt carefully, examining the scene for any clues. The mansion loomed over the countryside, its secrets hidden in shadows. A storm raged outside, drowning out any chance of escape. Every creak of the floorboards made Graves' instincts tingle with dread. Someone had been here recently; the air smelled faintly of perfume. The torn photo revealed a woman's haunted expression amidst the tears. The butler's hands trembled slightly as he closed the study door behind him. Graves detected a faint almond scent, bitter and unsettling in the air.