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Midnight struck, and the old manor fell eerily silent tonight. A bitter wind whistled through cracked windows, rattling dust‑covered curtains. The family gathered around the fireplace, exchanging uneasy glances tonight. Lord Ashworth announced his intention to reveal a long‑buried secret. A scream pierced the night, echoing from the upper hall. The guests froze, their breaths forming ghostly clouds in darkness. Lady Ashworth's ornate dagger lay gleaming on the marble floor. No one dared touch it, fearing the curse that followed. Outside, the storm intensified, and thunder rumbled an angry beast. In the hallway, a figure slipped silently toward the study. The door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in light. A body lay slumped across the desk, blood pooling beneath. The murderer's gloved hand clutched a torn, blood‑stained old parchment. No one knew the victim's words, but rumors whispered greed. The inspector entered, his eyes scanning the tableau before him. He announced, 'Ladies and gentlemen, the game of death begins.'