Detective Max, a man weary from late nights and countless solved cases, found himself standing before the magnificent gates of Blackwood Manor. The wrought iron, curved into menacing gargoyles, seemed to mock him. Inside, nestled among acres of manicured lawns and meticulously landscaped gardens, was the home of Richard Thornton, the richest man in town. Tonight, it transformed into a crime scene. Thornton, a man known for his shrewd business acumen and even more extravagant art collection, had reported a theft. A priceless diamond necklace, the "Eye of Orion," had disappeared from his supposedly impenetrable vault. The atmosphere in the mansion was tense. Thornton, a large man with a perpetually flushed face, paced nervously around his office. His elegant wife, Eleanor, sat stiffly on a velvet chaise longue, her face pale and haggard. Around them were scattered the remains of a lavish party—half-empty champagne glasses, discarded canapé plates, and the lingering scent of e...
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