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The storm arrived at midnight. Rain hammered the manor windows. Lady Ashworth descended the stairs. Her candle flickered and hissed. The house seemed too quiet. She reached the library door. It stood open, unusually so. Cold air drifted from inside. She stepped across the threshold. Her husband sat by firelight. His head hung strangely low. She whispered his name softly. He did not answer her. Then she saw the blood. It pooled beneath his chair. A silver letter opener gleamed. It jutted from his chest. Lady Ashworth dropped her candle. Darkness swallowed the entire room. Somewhere, a floorboard creaked slowly. She was not alone here.