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The storm arrived before dawn. Rain hammered the ancient windows. Detective Voss drank cold coffee. The phone rang at three. Her voice sounded strangely calm. Someone had died at Ashgrove. The mansion loomed through mist. Every window burned with light. A killer waited inside somewhere. She climbed the marble steps. The butler opened heavy doors. His trembling hands betrayed fear. Lord Ashwood lay face down. Blood pooled beneath the desk. The letter knife still gleamed. Six guests stood in silence. Nobody would meet her eyes. One of them was lying. Perhaps all of them were. Lightning split the black sky. The murderer stood there breathing. She could already feel it. This night would never end.