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Heavy rain tapped rhythmically against the cold glass window panes. Detective Miller stepped carefully over the splintered wooden doorframe inside. A grandfather clock ticked loudly in the dimly lit hallway. Lord Blackwood lay motionless upon the expensive Persian rug below. Crimson blood pooled slowly around his pale, lifeless, outstretched hand. A shattered teacup rested just inches from his stiff fingers. Nobody inside the isolated mansion had heard a single scream. Someone at the dinner party was hiding a deadly secret. Miller knelt down to examine the victim's silver pocket watch. The hands were frozen at exactly midnight for some reason.