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The old Victorian house stood silent beneath a moonless, starless sky, its dark windows like empty eye sockets, watching silently. Detective Inspector Graves stepped out of the black sedan, pulling his trench coat tighter against the biting, relentless winter wind. A young uniformed officer met him at the sagging gate, her flashlight beam cutting through the oppressive, damp, clinging darkness. She silently led him up the weed-choked gravel path, past overgrown rose bushes that clawed angrily at their thick clothing. The massive front door stood slightly ajar, revealing a thin sliver of flickering candlelight from the grand, silent hallway beyond. A body lay crumpled at the foot of the grand staircase, one pale arm outstretched toward a fallen silver candlestick. A deep pool of dark blood spread slowly across the black and white checkered marble floor beneath her still form.