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The rain had not stopped for three days when Inspector Clara Voss arrived at the iron gates of Hollow Manor. A single lamp burned in the upstairs window, flickering like a nervous heartbeat against the black and swollen midnight sky. The butler, a gaunt man named Pembrook, opened the door before she could knock and said absolutely nothing at all. He led her down a long corridor lined with portraits whose painted eyes seemed to follow every step she took. In the library, Lord Ashcombe lay slumped across his writing desk, a silver letter opener buried deep in his back. Clara noticed immediately that the fire was still warm, yet every window and door had been locked from the inside. Six guests waited in the drawing room, and each of them, she suspected, had a reason to want him dead. "Nobody leaves this house tonight," Clara announced, removing her soaked leather gloves slowly, "because one of you is a killer."