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The heavy rain drummed loudly against the tall glass windows. One single candle flickered on the dim and wooden desk. Lord Sterling lay dead amidst the scattered ink and paper. His cold eyes stared blankly at the dark ceiling above. Thick blood pooled beneath his pale and very still neck. Detective Miller walked into the room with a slow step. A broken glass lay near the large blue velvet chair. The scent of bitter almonds filled the cold, silent air.