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The autumn wind howled through the skeletal branches of Blackwood Manor as Detective Inspector Mara Voss arrived at the iron gates. She stepped from her battered sedan and stared up at the Victorian mansion looming against the bruised purple sky overhead. A single light burned in the third-floor window, flickering like a dying heartbeat in the gathering darkness outside. Constable Finch emerged from the shadows, his face pale beneath the gas lamp that sputtered and hissed with dying breath. "The body's in the library, Inspector," he whispered, his voice trembling like a leaf caught in the howling October gale. "Lord Blackwood himself, murdered most foul, and the family's already gathering like vultures in the drawing room below." Mara adjusted her gloves and walked toward the heavy oak doors, her footsteps echoing on the gravel path with terrible finality. She did not look back at the hearse waiting by the gate, its black paint gleaming wetly in the rain.