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The rain fell steadily on the sleeping village below. Inspector Harold Vance pulled his collar tight against the wind. Nobody had expected a body in the old mill that morning. The victim lay face down beside the rusted water wheel. A single silver key rested beneath her outstretched left hand. Sergeant Mary Doyle knelt carefully beside the still figure. "She has been dead for roughly six hours," she murmured quietly. Vance noticed the muddy footprints leading toward the riverbank. They were small, neat, and oddly deliberate in their spacing. Someone had walked away from this place with great care. Across the water, a lamp flickered in the Ashworth manor window. Vance remembered that Eleanor Ashworth had vanished three nights ago.