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The cold rain fell hard on Ashford Manor that night. Detective Mara Quill arrived just after midnight, soaked and silent. Lord Edmund Harrington lay sprawled motionless across his study floor. A bloodied silver letter opener protruded from his left chest. Three guests stood in the doorway, faces pale with terror. Nobody in that room dared to speak or even move. Mara knelt beside the body and studied the scene carefully. The study door had been firmly locked from the inside. Yet the tall window beside the desk hung wide open. Mud stained the windowsill, and a single glove lay below. Slowly, Mara lifted her gaze toward the three gathered suspects. Someone in this house was a murderer, and a liar. Her first question was simple: who had turned the key? Nobody answered, and only the old grandfather clock ticked on.