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Rain fell hard against the old manor's grimy windows tonight. Detective Mara Hale stepped quietly inside, shaking off the cold. The old butler waited nervously near the grand marble staircase. Somewhere upstairs, a woman screamed once, then fell completely silent. Mara's hand instinctively reached for the pistol at her hip. The butler flinched slightly, gesturing toward the darkened east wing. Mara climbed the stairs slowly, each step creaking beneath her. At the top, she found a heavy door slightly open. Inside lay a woman, motionless upon the crimson-stained wool rug. Mara knelt beside her, already certain this meant murder tonight.