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The heavy rain drummed rhythmically against the fogged window while the clock struck midnight in the cold and silent library. Lord Harrington lay slumped across his mahogany desk with a silver letter opener protruding from his pale and stiff back. A single candle flickered near his lifeless hand, casting long and twisted shadows across the rows of dusty old books. The heavy scent of metallic blood mixed with the bitter aroma of spilled brandy dampened the air of this room. Nobody had entered the study since dinner, yet the window latch remained open to the harsh and howling winter wind.