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The rain hammered against conservatory glass as Eleanor Vance discovered the body slumped across her grandmother's antique mahogany writing desk. A silver letter opener protruded from between his shoulder blades, gleaming quite cruelly beneath the crystal chandelier's fractured, wavering light. Blood had seeped into the Persian rug, forming a dark stain that slowly devoured the intricate patterns of crimson roses. Outside, thunder rolled across the lake while inside the mansion, the grandfather clock struck midnight with twelve mournful, resonant chimes. Eleanor's scream died in her throat as gloved fingers suddenly clamped over her mouth from somewhere behind her trembling shoulders. She struggled briefly against the immense strength pulling her backward into shadow, knocking over a porcelain vase in violent desperation. The detective found her there at dawn, tightly bound with silk cords beside the corpse of the man she hated.