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Rain stitched silver threads across Blackwell Manor’s cracked windowpanes tonight. Detective Mara Vale arrived before the thunder swallowed midnight completely. Inside, candles trembled beside portraits whose eyes seemed accusingly alive. Lord Blackwell lay sprawled beneath the chandelier, smiling strangely still. A ruby-handled letter opener bloomed from his spotless evening waistcoat. The guests gathered silently, each hiding hands behind velvet shadows. Mara noticed muddy footprints ending abruptly at the locked library. Somewhere upstairs, a music box began playing its funeral waltz.