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The detective entered the cold study and saw the dead man slumped over the oak desk while rain fell outside. A single bullet had pierced the chest of the famous novelist, leaving his final draft scattered across the damp floor. Three guests stood in the doorway, their pale faces fixed upon the corpse, and no one dared to speak first. His pocket held a folded note, its tiny ink warning that the murder had begun long before midnight, that evening.