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Cold rain lashed against the old and grey stone walls. A single candle flickered upon the dark, dusty mahogany desk. Lord Blackwood lay dead amidst the sharp, broken glass shards. Deep crimson blood stained the white rug near his face. No one heard the sudden, muffled scream that cold night. A dark shadow moved slowly past the large library window. A bitter scent of spilled almond tea filled the air. Inspector Reed entered the room and saw the grim scene.