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The cold rain hammered against the windows of Blackwood Manor. Detective Sarah Chen arrived just as lightning split the sky. She approached the ancient oak doors with quiet, steady steps. Inside, the lifeless body of Lord Edmund lay sprawled upstairs. A gleaming silver letter opener protruded from his pale chest. Five guests had been staying in the manor that week. Every single one of them had secrets worth killing for. The elderly housekeeper wept quietly in a shadowed corner nearby. Her pale, trembling hands clutched a small, bloodstained handkerchief tightly. Fresh footprints in the hallway mud told a silent story. Sarah climbed the grand staircase slowly, pulling on latex gloves. The old grandfather clock upstairs chimed twelve times, then stopped.