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The antique chandelier cast fractured light across the mahogany table where Eleanor Vane lay motionless in her blood-red satin gown. Detective Marsh found the locked study door splintered inward, revealing shelves of leather books and overturned heavy brass candelabras inside. Rain pelted the glass panes while thunder rattled the estate, masking whatever desperate screams might have echoed through these halls. A pearl-handled dagger rested near the cold marble hearth, its blade glinting with something darker than reflected firelight this evening. The butler stood trembling in the corner, his pressed uniform spotless despite the terrible chaos scattered across the Persian rug. Somewhere above them, a grandfather clock struck midnight, each ominous chime counting moments stolen from a woman now forever silent. Marsh knelt beside the cooling body, noting how carefully someone had arranged the dead fingers around a crystal wine glass. Outside, fresh tire tracks marred the gravel driveway, suggesting that midnight guests had fled before discovering what secrets remained hidden.