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Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor that October night. Detective Sarah Chen stepped carefully through the grand oak doors. A body lay sprawled across the marble floor before her. Lord Blackwood's pale, lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. The silver letter opener remained buried deep in his chest. Sarah knelt beside him, studying the wound with practiced eyes. No signs of forced entry meant the killer knew him. Six guests had been staying at the manor that week. Each one of them now stood in the drawing room. Every face wore a mask of shock, grief, or fear. Sarah knew one of these carefully composed faces was lying. The storm outside had isolated them all from the world. No one could leave, and no one else could arrive.