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Rain hammered the cobblestones outside Ravenscroft Manor as Detective Miles Harrow stepped from his car into the howling October night. The front door stood ajar, spilling amber light across the wet stone steps where a single black glove lay abandoned. Inside, the butler waited with trembling hands, his silver tray forgotten on a table beside an overturned crystal wine decanter. "He's in the library, sir," the old man whispered, eyes darting toward the staircase as thunder rattled the tall leaded windows. Harrow followed the narrow corridor past oil paintings whose painted eyes seemed to track his slow, deliberate progress through the shadows. Lord Ashworth sat slumped behind his mahogany desk, a jeweled letter opener buried deep within his starched white dress shirt. Blood had pooled across an unfinished letter, staining the words until only one legible phrase remained: "I know your secret." Three guests huddled near the fireplace, each clutching a drink, each wearing expressions that blended genuine shock with something far uglier. Harrow removed his damp hat, surveyed the room carefully, and noted that every single window had been locked from inside. "Nobody leaves this house tonight," he announced quietly, and somewhere upstairs, a floorboard creaked beneath the weight of hidden footsteps.