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The rain hammered against the windows of Ravenscroft Manor as Detective Eleanor Hayes stepped carefully across the marble foyer floor. A single candelabra flickered beside the grand staircase, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts upon the walls. The body lay facedown near the fireplace, one pale hand outstretched toward something that was no longer sitting there. Lord Ashworth had been dead for precisely three hours, according to the coroner who stood grimly beside his medical bag. Seven guests remained trapped inside the manor, each wearing expressions of carefully rehearsed shock that Eleanor immediately found deeply suspicious. The storm outside had severed every telephone line, every road, every possible connection between this house and the distant village beyond. Eleanor knelt beside the victim, noting the crystal decanter shattered across the rug and the strange symbol drawn in ash. "Nobody leaves this room," she announced quietly, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade through silk. One guest gasped audibly, another reached instinctively toward his jacket pocket, and somewhere upstairs a door slammed shut with finality.