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Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor throughout the entire dark and stormy night without mercy or warning at all. We discovered Lord Edmund Blackwood dead inside his locked study just after midnight last Tuesday morning before anyone else awoke. His lifeless body slumped over the mahogany desk beside cold coffee and an unfinished letter addressed mysteriously to me personally. The letter warned that traitors surrounded him closely and demanded immediate secret meeting tonight at nine near the old tower. Police sealed every door and questioned every servant while searching desperately for clues hidden inside the library before dawn arrived. I alone noticed muddy footprints leading toward the garden gate where heavy fog swallowed all tracks beyond recognition that night. Whoever killed him understood every secret corridor and escaped before sunrise without leaving a single trace behind for the police.