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The antique clock in the hallway struck thirteen times as Detective Mara Voss stepped through the front door of Blackwood Manor. Rain lashed against the tall Gothic windows while thunder rolled across the Yorkshire moors that distant evening. Lord Pemberton's body lay sprawled upon the Persian rug, his silver letter opener protruding from his chest like a dark exclamation. Three guests remained in the drawing room, each wearing expressions of practiced shock and carefully concealed guilt beneath their masks. The butler stood rigid beside the fireplace, his white gloves trembling slightly as he clutched a silver tray with both hands. "I found him exactly as you see him now, Detective," he whispered, his voice cracking with theatrical sorrow that rang false. Mara knelt beside the corpse, noting the absence of struggle and the peculiar arrangement of playing cards scattered around the victim's outstretched fingers. A single red rose lay upon Lord Pemberton's chest, its thorns having drawn dark blood that pooled beneath his expensive silk cravat. The detective's eyes traveled slowly across the room, cataloging every nervous twitch and averted glance among the assembled suspects with cold precision. "Someone here murdered my brother," declared Lady Pemberton, her voice steady despite the mascara streaks running down her powdered cheeks like black tears. "And I intend to discover precisely which one of you committed this heinous act before the sun rises tomorrow," Mara replied quietly.