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Rain lashed against the cold glass of the dark study. A single gold watch ticked slowly on the mahogany desk. Sir Alistair lay dead upon the thick and velvet rug. Blood stained his white shirt in a very jagged line. The heavy oak door stood open to the silent hall. One silver letter opener rested near his pale, cold hand. No one heard the scream in the deep, midnight hour. A broken crystal glass leaked wine on the floral carpet. Who could have entered the room without a single key? The game of death had finally begun in this house.