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The storm had been raging over Blackwood Manor for three days when the butler finally discovered the lifeless body upstairs. Lord Edmund Harrow lay slumped across his mahogany desk, a silver letter opener buried deep between his broad shoulder blades. Candles had burned down to nothing, leaving only the cold gray light of dawn creeping through the tall arched windows. Jenkins, who had served the family faithfully for forty years, dropped his tray and let out a strangled, horrified cry. Within minutes, the remaining guests had gathered in the narrow doorway, their faces pale and their eyes wide with fear. Nobody could leave, because the only bridge connecting the island to the mainland had collapsed during the night's violent storm. Detective Clara Voss stepped forward, studying the room with the patient attention of someone who expected to be lied to. She noticed the untouched glass of brandy, the overturned chair, and the muddy footprints leading toward the locked balcony door. "One of you killed him," she said, "and before this storm ends, I promise you I will know exactly who."