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The rain hammered against the windows of Blackwood Manor as Inspector Harrow stepped carefully across the polished marble entrance hall. Candles flickered in iron sconces, casting restless shadows that seemed to dance along the walls like uneasy spirits. Lady Ashcombe lay motionless upon the crimson carpet, her pale fingers still clutching a torn fragment of yellowed parchment. Seven guests stood frozen in the drawing room doorway, their faces revealing shock, suspicion, and something darker beneath the surface. A single crystal goblet rested beside the body, its contents spilled across the floor in a dark, spreading stain. Harrow knelt slowly, studying the peculiar bruise encircling her wrist and the faint scent of bitter almonds lingering nearby. Thunder cracked overhead, rattling the ancient chandeliers and sending a tremor through the gathered witnesses who dared not speak a word. "Nobody leaves this house tonight," he announced quietly, his voice carrying the weight of every secret buried within these walls.