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# The Last Letter Rain fell hard on Tuesday. The old house stood silent. Detective Marsh climbed the steps. Blood stained the marble floor. Nobody had heard the scream. The butler found him first. His hands shook while calling. "Come quickly, there's been murder." Marsh examined the still body. The victim clutched a letter. Ink smeared across the page. Three words remained quite legible. "Tell her I knew." Marsh frowned at the message. Who was she, he wondered. The mansion held many secrets. Twelve guests slept upstairs still. One of them was guilty. Marsh straightened his damp coat. This would be a long night.