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Fog swallowed Blackwood Manor whole. Rain tapped the frosted windows. Detective Sarah Keene stepped out. Her boots crunched frozen gravel. The manor loomed darkly above. A single window glowed faintly. Someone had died here tonight. Sarah shouldered the heavy door. It opened with a groan. The hallway stretched before her. Light seeped beneath a door. She crossed the threshold slowly. Blood stained the Persian rug. Edmund Ashworth lay sprawled there. His eyes stared at nothing. A silver dagger gleamed nearby. Sarah knelt down, examining carefully. "He is dead," whispered Graves. Sarah turned toward the voice. The butler stood there trembling. His face was ghostly pale. "I found him at eleven. It was locked from inside. Nobody could have left, madam." Sarah noticed fresh mud trails. Footprints led toward the window. The window hung open, swaying. The killer had escaped somehow. Outside, thunder rumbled like laughter. This case would test everything. The game had truly begun.