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# The Last Guest Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor as thunder rolled across the darkened valley below. Detective Elena Marsh pulled her coat tighter, stepping carefully across the gravel driveway toward the entrance. The butler, pale and trembling, waited at the door with an unlit lantern in hand. "She's in the library," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the storm outside. Elena nodded once and followed him through corridors lined with portraits of scowling ancestors. The air smelled of old wood, cigar smoke, and something faintly metallic beneath it. Lord Ashford's body lay slumped across his mahogany desk, blood pooling on papers. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, frozen in an expression of pure terror. Seven guests remained in the manor, each with secrets worth killing to protect. The storm had knocked out the phone lines hours before anyone noticed the murder. No one could leave until morning, trapped with a killer among them. Elena knelt beside the body, examining the peculiar wound just above his collar. "This wasn't a simple robbery," she muttered, noting the missing signet ring. Someone in this house had planned this murder with meticulous, chilling precision. She stood slowly, turning to face the nervous crowd gathering in the doorway. "One of you," she said quietly, "is a murderer."