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The heavy rain hammered against the cracked windowpane of the old, abandoned manor on the edge of the dark cliff. A single candle flickered weakly upon the mahogany desk where the lifeless body of Lord Byron lay perfectly still tonight. Detective Miller stepped into the room, his wet trench coat dripping puddles onto the expensive Persian rug near the door. The dark pool of blood formed a grim shape around the cold, pale head in the center of the floor. A silver letter opener sat nearby, its sharp edge stained with a crimson residue that whispered of a violent end. No one had entered or exited this locked room during the long and silent hours of the stormy midnight watch.