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At midnight, rain stitched the manor windows, and Detective Lark arrived to investigate a silent, crimson-scarred corpse in its study. The housekeeper whispered that Sir Alden never entertained strangers, yet the front door showed fresh bootmarks leading inward, then vanishing. Inside, lanternlight pooled around a shattered clock, stopped precisely when the alarm bell finally rang for the third floor study. Lark noted dried rosewater on the victim's cuffs, and a wax seal bearing unfamiliar initials underneath the overturned leather blotter. Suspects gathered in the corridor—maid, nephew, accountant—each reciting alibis with practiced, anxious smiles while stormwind worried tapestries and candles flickered. When Lark lifted the seal, a faint scent of smoke rose, implying someone burned documents nearby to erase last proof.