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The storm raged outside as the body lay still. Detective Stone frowned, her sharp eyes scanning every detail. The conservatory’s humid air clung like a damp shroud. She noticed a single locket clutched in cold fingers. Its silver surface gleamed with a strange, unfamiliar symbol. No one knew the victim had worn such jewelry. The clock on the mantel chimed, marking the hour. Rain lashed the windows, blurring the garden’s dark shapes. Someone had left the terrace door slightly, ominously ajar. This was no accident, Stone knew, but a message.