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The rain-slicked cobblestones gleamed under the dim streetlight. A woman's scream pierced the quiet midnight air. Detective Harding paused, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. He turned toward the sound, dread pooling in his stomach. The alley yawned darkly between two shadowed brick buildings. A single leather glove lay crumpled near the gutter. Harding approached slowly, his footsteps echoing on wet stone. The body was propped against a rain-soaked wall. A crimson ribbon trailed from her pale, still wrist. He knelt, noting the absence of any visible wounds. Above, a flickering neon sign hummed its weary, broken song.