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The storm had knocked out the power at Blackwood Manor just before midnight, leaving the guests stranded in complete darkness. Candles flickered along the grand hallway as Inspector Eleanor Vance descended the staircase, her footsteps echoing against the cold marble. She had come to the manor for a quiet weekend, but quiet weekends never seemed to last long for her. A scream suddenly pierced the silence, sharp and terrible, rising from somewhere behind the heavy oak doors of the library. Eleanor ran toward the sound, pushing past the trembling butler who stood frozen in the doorway with a silver candlestick. Inside, Lord Ashford lay slumped across his leather armchair, his eyes wide open and a dark stain spreading beneath him. His young wife, Margaret, knelt beside the body, sobbing uncontrollably while clutching a crumpled letter tightly in her shaking hand. Eleanor noticed that every window was bolted from the inside, and the fireplace grate had been sealed for many years. Behind her, the other guests gathered in hushed confusion, each face pale in the candlelight, each one a possible killer. Eleanor turned slowly to face them and said, "Nobody leaves this house until I find out who did this tonight."