📖 "midnight-detective"

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The letter arrived at midnight, written in ink that smelled of regret.

Detective Marlowe recognized the handwriting—it belonged to a dead man.

Three clues: a broken pocket watch, a torn photograph, and a single red rose.

The widow's alibi crumbled like ash from an old cigarette.

Rain hammered the windows as the truth finally came into focus.

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