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Rain hammered the cobblestones outside the old Ashworth estate tonight. Detective Mara Voss arrived just before the clock struck midnight. A butler met her at the iron gate, visibly trembling. He whispered that the master lay dead inside the library. Mara followed him through corridors lit by flickering gas lamps. Portraits of stern ancestors watched her pass without a sound. The library door stood ajar, bleeding warm amber light outward. Lord Ashworth slumped across his desk, a letter clenched tight. Crimson spread slowly beneath him, staining papers and pale fingers. Mara drew her notebook and began counting the quiet witnesses.