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Detective Mara Voss arrived at Blackwood Manor just after midnight. Rain hammered the tall windows like angry fingers demanding entry. The victim's body lay sprawled across the library's Persian rug. Old Edgar Blackwood clutched a broken antique pocket watch tightly. His hollow eyes stared at the ceiling, frozen in terror. Six guests had gathered for the annual winter house party. Now everyone stood huddled nervously together in the drafty hallway. The elderly butler had discovered the body at eleven thirty. No doors or windows had been forced from the outside. The killer therefore remained somewhere within these ancient stone walls. Mara noticed a scorched letter lying near the dying fire. The fragile charred paper bore only two words: "forgive me." She quietly pocketed the evidence before any of them noticed. Outside, the storm had severed every road leading from here. Nobody would leave this place until morning came at last. By then, someone among these frightened guests would strike again.