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The rain fell hard on Ashford Manor tonight. Detective Miles Corrigan stepped out of his battered sedan. Thunder rolled across the moors like distant cannon fire. Inside the foyer, a single lamp flickered weakly above the staircase. Lady Evelyn Thorne lay motionless at the bottom of the steps. Her silver necklace glinted against the dark marble floor. Corrigan knelt beside her and checked for a pulse. His fingers found nothing but cold, unmoving skin. Behind him, the butler cleared his throat nervously. "Nobody has touched anything, Detective," he whispered softly. Corrigan noticed a teacup shattered near the doorway. Its amber liquid had spread into a dark, sticky stain. Upstairs, a door creaked open slowly and deliberately. Someone was watching them from the shadows above. Corrigan rose slowly and pulled out his notebook. "Everyone stays in the drawing room until morning," he announced. The butler nodded, but his hands were trembling badly. Corrigan made a mental note of that small detail. Outside, the storm grew louder against the tall windows. And somewhere in the house, a clock began to chime.