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# The Opening Rain hammered the old mansion's windows late that night. Detective Sarah Marsh arrived just after the storm began. The butler stood frozen, pale-faced, at the front entrance. "He's dead," he whispered, pointing toward the study door. Marsh entered slowly, noting every detail around her. Lord Ashford lay sprawled across his mahogany desk. A silver letter opener protruded from his chest. Blood had pooled dark against the antique wood grain. Six guests waited nervously in the adjoining parlor room. Someone in this house had committed cold-blooded murder. Marsh straightened her coat and began asking questions. "Nobody leaves," she said, "until I find answers." The clock on the mantel struck exactly midnight then. Outside, thunder rolled across the darkened countryside grounds. Tonight, someone's carefully constructed lies would finally unravel. The killer was still hiding somewhere in this house.