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Rain fell on the mansion. The party had ended hours ago. Margaret found the study door. She pushed it open slowly. Lord Ashford sat completely still. His wine glass had shattered. Dark red stained the carpet. Margaret stepped closer, then froze. A knife protruded from him. She opened her mouth wide. No sound escaped her lips. Behind her, footsteps approached quietly. The grandfather clock struck midnight. Someone in this house lied. Everyone had wanted him dead. Now somebody had finally acted. Margaret turned toward the sound. A familiar face emerged slowly. "We need to talk," they whispered.