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Rain hammered the old glass panes of the dark library. Lord Thorne lay still upon the thick red velvet rug. A single silver dagger rested deep inside his pale chest. The guests stood frozen near the wide oak double doors. No one dared to move while the heavy clock ticked. One woman gripped her pearl necklace with a trembling hand. She knew exactly who had killed the poor old man.