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Rain lashed against the windows of Blackthorn Manor as Detective Sarah Chen stepped carefully across the threshold into darkness. The butler stood trembling beside the grand staircase, his weathered hands clutching a silver tray with obvious difficulty. Lightning illuminated the foyer briefly, revealing crimson footprints leading away from the body sprawled across the marble floor. Lord Pemberton lay motionless in his evening attire, a jeweled letter opener protruding from between his stiffened shoulder blades. Sarah knelt beside the corpse, noting the peculiar expression frozen upon the dead aristocrat's surprisingly peaceful aging face. Five guests huddled together in the adjacent parlor, their whispered conversations ceasing immediately upon her measured, deliberate arrival. Each suspect wore expensive clothing stained with something darker than wine, though nobody seemed willing to acknowledge this fact. The grandfather clock chimed midnight exactly, its mournful tones echoing through corridors that had witnessed generations of Pemberton family secrets. Sarah removed her notebook slowly, understanding that somewhere within these walls hid a murderer wearing a perfectly convincing innocent mask. Tonight, she knew, would test every investigative skill she had painstakingly acquired during fifteen years of solving impossible crimes.