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The rain hammered against the windows as Eleanor Vexley adjusted the antique clock’s pendulum, its ticking growing erratic. The grand library smelled faintly of leather bindings and something metallic beneath the sweet scent of dying roses. A bloodstained letter lay open on the mahogany desk, its crimson ink smudged by trembling fingers. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows that danced across the blood-smeared Persian rug. The guests had just arrived, their murmurs drifting up the staircase like a chorus of anxious ghosts. Just as Eleanor turned, the grandfather clock struck midnight, its chime lingering unnaturally long. Without warning, the chandelier above her flickered violently before plunging the room into sudden, suffocating darkness.