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The rain fell in slick, relentless sheets against the glass. Detective Vance arrived at the manor just before midnight sharp. A single gunshot had shattered the evening's oppressive, heavy silence. Now the grand foyer buzzed with frantic, hushed, fearful whispers. The victim, Lord Ashworth, lay crumpled near the cold fireplace. His antique clock still ticked loudly into the tense, still air. A crystal glass of brandy sat untouched on the marble ledge. One pristine white glove was conspicuously missing from his hand. Everyone in the family claimed a perfect, unbreakable alibi instantly. Yet the locked study door had no key on either side. Vance noticed a faint smudge of ash on the windowsill. It was going to be a very long, very strange night.