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Detective Mara arrived as the midnight rain hammered rooftops relentlessly. The mansion doors stood open, inviting cold wind inside silently. Inside, Lord Ashford lay sprawled beneath the shattered crystal chandelier. Blood pooled darkly around his outstretched, pale right hand still. No footprints marked the dusty marble floor surrounding him completely. Mara noticed the window locked tightly from the inside securely. A single white feather rested upon his silent motionless chest. The butler whispered, claiming nobody had entered that library tonight. Mara smiled grimly, knowing the feather told another story entirely.