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The rain fell hard on the silent old manor. Detective Helen Marsh stepped carefully through the muddy front gate. Officer Tom Briggs met her beneath the dripping stone archway. "The body was found in the library," he said quietly. Helen pulled on her gloves and followed him inside. Dusty portraits watched them from the cold, shadowed walls. A single lamp flickered weakly near the grand oak staircase. The victim lay sprawled across a faded Persian rug. Blood had pooled beneath his head in a dark circle. Helen knelt beside the body and studied the wound closely. "He was struck once, from behind, by someone standing close," she murmured. Briggs glanced nervously at the open window across the room. Someone had left in a hurry, and recently. On the desk lay a half-finished letter, its ink still wet. Helen lifted it carefully and began to read aloud. "If you are reading this, then I am already dead."