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The antique clock in the hallway struck thirteen times, though no one had wound it in nearly twenty years. Detective Mara Voss stood frozen on the velvet staircase, her gloved hand gripping the banister with white-knuckled intensity. Below her, Lord Blackwood lay sprawled across the Persian rug, his crystal champagne flute shattered beside his outstretched hand. Three guests remained in the drawing room, each wearing expressions of practiced shock that failed to reach their cold eyes. The storm outside rattled the tall windows, as if nature itself conspired to keep secrets buried deep. Mara descended slowly, counting each step, knowing the killer watched from somewhere in the candlelit shadows above.