The Menelees

Flame after flame after flame, the fire seared through the curtains and continued to grow until it would consume the bedroom entirely. Thick smoke overpowered the smell of blood that soaked into the large four-poster bed. The fire hadn't quite reached the open door to the left, where a life was clinging by a thread. All she could hear was the echoing sound of her blood, dripping onto the tile floor like the ticking of a clock that was fading.Eight people had lived in the extravagant...
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Flame after flame after flame, the fire seared through the curtains and continued to grow until it would consume the bedroom entirely. Thick smoke overpowered the smell of blood that soaked into the large four-poster bed. The fire hadn't quite reached the open door to the left, where a life was clinging by a thread. All she could hear was the echoing sound of her blood, dripping onto the tile floor like the ticking of a clock that was fading.Eight people had lived in the extravagant mansion, kept safe from the outside world but not from themselves. They were powerful, enriched in money and secrets?overwhelmed with envy, hatred, and betrayal?prisoners in their home, yet free to go at any moment.Now, half of them were dead and the fire wasn't to blame?What happened to the Menelees?