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Rain fell against the old stone walls of Blackwood Manor as Detective Harper pushed open the heavy front door tonight. The grand foyer smelled of cedar polish and something sharp beneath it that made the detective pause and breathe carefully. Lord Edmund Blackwood sat dead in his mahogany desk chair with a silver letter opener buried deep beneath his throat. His cold dead hand clutched a torn scrap of parchment with two words scrawled upon it in shaking dark ink. The note read "I knew," and Harper immediately drew his holstered revolver while quickly sweeping his eyes across the room. Somewhere above in that dark old house a floorboard groaned and Harper froze because the killer might still be here.