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The rain fell hard against the mansion's tall stained windows. Inside, the grandfather clock struck midnight with a hollow chime. Detective Marlowe stepped carefully over the cold marble entrance floor. A single candle flickered beside the body on the rug. Lord Ashford lay motionless, his pale hand clutching a letter. Blood pooled slowly beneath him, staining the ancient Persian weave. Five guests watched silently from the shadows of the staircase. Each face wore the same carefully rehearsed expression of shock. Marlowe knelt down, noting the faint scent of bitter almonds. Someone here had planned this murder with terrible, patient precision.