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# The Vanishing Hour Rain fell steadily on the manor's ancient roof, drowning out whatever sounds waited inside its walls. Detective Sarah Chen parked her car beneath the crooked oak tree that guarded the entrance. The butler stood motionless at the door, his face pale as the storm clouds above. "She's in the library," he whispered, gesturing toward the hallway with a trembling hand. Sarah nodded once and stepped past him, her shoes echoing against the marble floor. The library door was open, revealing a scene that made her stomach tighten. Lord Ashford lay sprawled across his desk, blood pooling beneath his silver head. Books had fallen from their shelves, scattered like broken promises across the Persian rug. A single candle flickered on the windowsill, casting shadows that danced with secrets. Sarah knelt beside the body, careful not to disturb the evidence surrounding it. The murder weapon was nowhere in sight, which troubled her more than expected. Whoever did this had planned carefully, leaving no obvious trace behind. She glanced toward the window, noticing it was locked from inside. Outside, thunder rumbled ominously, matching the storm gathering within her thoughts. Six guests remained trapped in this house, and one of them was lying. Sarah stood slowly, smoothing her coat, already calculating her first move forward. The night had only begun, and truth demanded she uncover it.