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Chapter 1: The Whisper in the Dark The rain lashed against the windows of Blackthorn Manor like the fingers of a restless spirit, and Hercule Poirot adjusted his perfectly waxed mustache with a faint grimace. It was not the weather that displeased him—though, mon Dieu, it was dreary—but the summons that had dragged him from his cozy London flat to this forsaken corner of the English countryside. The telegram had been brief, urgent, and maddeningly vague: “Murder at Blackthorn. Voice of the dead speaks. Come at once. – Inspector Grayson.” Poirot stepped out of the motorcar, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the muddy gravel, and surveyed the manor.
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Chapter 2, A Deadly Echo. The grandfather clock struck midnight as Lady Ashworth's trembling hand clutched the cryptic note. Footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of Ravencrest Hall, growing closer, ever closer. The candlelight flickered ominously, casting dancing shadows upon the Victorian wallpaper.