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The rain hammered Blackwood Manor's ancient roof as Detective Ellis arrived, sensing something terribly wrong waited inside tonight for him. Butler Jenkins opened the massive oak door, his hands trembling violently around a silver candlestick holder that dripped wax everywhere. He whispered, 'She's still in the library, sir, exactly as we found her this morning with blood pooling nearby silently. Ellis stepped past him, following bloody footprints across Persian rugs toward heavy velvet curtains drawn tightly shut against afternoon light. Lady Blackwood lay sprawled across her desk, one manicured hand clutching a torn bloodied letter that nobody claimed to recognize. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, reflecting chandelier light that revealed no obvious murder weapon nearby anywhere in sight. Ellis noticed three teacups steaming on the sideboard, suggesting visitors had departed moments before catastrophe struck unexpectedly last night somehow. Then he realized the footprints leading away from the body belonged to someone still hiding inside the house right now.