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The cold rain had been falling over Blackwood Manor for three straight days, drumming against the windows like impatient fingers. Detective Harlow Finch arrived just before dawn, her long wool coat soaked through, her boots caked with thick, unforgiving mud. The elderly butler met her at the door, his face pale as parchment, his hands trembling against the silver tray. Inside, the grand staircase spiraled upward into darkened shadow, where a single chandelier swayed gently above the polished marble floor. At the foot of the stairs lay Lord Ashcombe, his eyes open, his throat marked by a single crimson line. Harlow knelt beside the body, studying the wound, then glanced up toward the landing where twelve guests stood watching silently. One of them, she knew with absolute certainty, had quietly walked down these stairs only hours before to commit murder.