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Rain lashed against Blackwood Manor’s windows as servants scurried silently. Inside, twenty-nine-year-old Lord Alexander Blackwood, cold and ruthless, faced his drunken brother Edmund. Edmund sneered, calling him a lifeless bastard unfit to lead. Alexander, usually buried in work and shunning affection, stood still. Then, with terrifying speed, he drove a silver letter opener into Edmund’s throat. Blood sprayed across papers as Edmund collapsed. The study door creaked open; you, a young servant, froze, tray shattering. Alexander turned, white sleeve stained crimson. Edmund lay dead. Alexander stared at you, voice low and emotionless: “Close the door.” He stepped over the body. “If you scream,” he whispered, eyes darkening, “you’ll join him.” Fear paralyzed you. Alexander…