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Thunder rattled the frosted glass panes of Blackwood Manor while Detective Vance brushed the fresh, wet snow from his coat. Inside the dimly lit study, Lord Harrington lay motionless across the mahogany desk, surrounded by spilled ink and heavy silence. A silver letter opener jutted from his velvet vest, gleaming ominously under the dying embers of the grand stone fireplace. Every single guest remained trapped within the parlor downstairs, unaware that someone among them harbored a deadly, dark, unforgiving secret. Vance knelt beside the frozen corpse, adjusted his spectacles, and noted that the heavy study door was locked from inside.