The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets, each droplet a somber drumbeat on the window pane of Marlowe's dimly lit office. The soft glow of the lamplight cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the creases and lines etched deep into the detective's weathered face. His fingers drummed absently on the desk, a telltale sign of his restless mind at work.
The photographs spread out before him told a story of deceit and betrayal, a tangled web of lies that seemed to envelop every aspect of the case. Marlowe's keen eyes scanned the images, his mind piecing together fragments of information like a master puzzler unraveling a cryptic clue. But as he delved deeper into the mystery, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach, a nagging feeling that there were darker forces at play beyond what met the eye.
With a heavy sigh, Marlowe pushed himself away from the desk and stood up, the creak of his leather chair breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air. His reflection in the rain-streaked window revealed a man burdened by the weight of his own memories, haunted by the ghosts of cases long since solved but never truly forgotten.
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