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The rain slicked cobblestones gleamed under the gas lamp’s weak, amber glow. A single silhouette paused near the iron gate, its breath a ghostly mist. Then a sharp cry sliced through the night, followed by a heavy, wet thud. The detective found her body cradled by roses, their thorns stained deepest crimson.