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The old mansion loomed darkly under the stormy night sky. A single light flickered in the library's tall arched window. Inside, Detective Crane examined the body with a grim frown. The victim was a wealthy recluse, stabbed through the heart. A crimson stain spread slowly across the Persian rug's silk. No weapon was seen; both doors were locked from inside. A faint scent of almonds lingered in the cold air. Crane muttered, "This is impossible, yet here it bloody lies."