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The storm arrived at Blackwood Manor just after midnight struck. Lightning split the sky above the old stone chapel roof. Inside, eight guests gathered nervously around the dying fireplace embers. Nobody had seen Lord Ashford since dinner ended hours ago. His wife, Margaret, insisted that he had simply gone walking. But no sane man would walk through such violent rain. The butler, Graves, stood silently beside the tall library door. His gloved hands trembled slightly, though his face remained calm. Then a scream echoed down from the east wing corridor. Everyone rushed upstairs, candles flickering wildly in the cold draft. The young maid, Elsie, pointed toward the open study door. Lord Ashford lay sprawled across his desk, his eyes open. A silver letter opener protruded from beneath his left shoulder. Margaret did not scream; she only whispered one strange word. Somewhere below, the grandfather clock began to chime three times. And every guest realized the killer was standing among them.