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The rain fell hard over Ashford Manor that cold night. Detective Inspector Clara Vance stepped slowly out of her car. Her flashlight trembled nervously across the muddy gravel driveway ahead. Lord Edmund Hale had been found dead in his study. A single gunshot had echoed through the silent sleeping house. Nobody in the household admitted hearing anything unusual that night. Clara knelt beside the body and studied the wound carefully. Something about the scene felt carefully arranged, almost theatrical somehow. The victim's glasses sat neatly folded beside his leather chair. Why would a dying man bother folding his glasses first? Clara wrote a quiet note while the storm rolled closer.