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Rain tapped against the shuttered manor. Inspector Vale arrived before midnight. The gate creaked behind him. No footprints marked the muddy driveway. Inside, candles trembled beside portraits. Someone had extinguished every hallway lamp. A grandfather clock suddenly stopped ticking. Vale found blood beneath it. The study door stood slightly open. Cold air carried bitter almond scent. On the desk, glasses remained untouched. Beside them lay one black rose. The victim sat facing the window. His eyes reflected nothing but darkness. Vale reached toward the silent telephone. It rang before his fingers touched. A woman's voice whispered his name. Then every candle went out.