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The manor door creaked open to darkness. A shattered crystal lay near the still body. Detective Mara entered slowly, her flashlight piercing blackness. The victim wore crimson silk and pearls. Blood pooled beneath the antique wooden writing desk. No weapon was visible anywhere near him. Mara noticed a single black glove dropped. Footprints led away through the wet garden path. The storm outside masked every other possible sound. She knelt and touched the cold dead wrist. Midnight had struck, yet no one heard anything.<|end_message|>