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The cold rain tapped softly against the tall library windows. Inside, a grandfather clock counted each heavy, silent, lonely second. Lord Ashcroft sat slumped in his favorite leather chair, unmoving. A silver letter opener glinted deep within his cold chest. Dark blood soaked his white shirt and the Persian rug. The heavy library door stood locked from the inside tonight. No footprints marked the dusty floor, no weapon lay nearby. A single candle still burned beside an empty crystal glass. On the desk, a note read, "Meet me at midnight." The clock struck twelve, and someone knocked twice outside then. Detective Mira Vale arrived then, shaking rain from her coat. She saw the body, and her sharp breath caught hard. "Whoever did this," she whispered, "never left through that door." Outside, the storm swallowed every other sound in town tonight. The killer was already planning another perfect, quiet, final crime.