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The rain tapped softly against the cold, foggy window pane. Detective Harris stared down at the body on the marble floor. The victim’s lifeless eyes reflected the dim chandelier’s fading light. A single crimson rose rested perfectly upon her still chest. No signs of struggle marked the room’s otherwise pristine arrangement. He knelt closer, noticing a faint smudge of gray ash. It trailed toward the locked balcony doors behind heavy velvet drapes. A half-empty champagne flute sat sweating on the antique side table. Someone had shared a final, silent toast with the deceased. He peeled off his wet gloves and reached for his notebook. The clock on the mantle struck midnight with a hollow chime. Time of death was a puzzle hidden in plain opulent sight.