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Chapter 14: Velvet Shadows – Private Luxury Train, Swiss Alps

作者: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 12:03:05

The private luxury train sliced through the snow-draped Swiss Alps like a blade through silk. Inside the opulent observation carriage, mahogany panels gleamed under crystal chandeliers, and thick velvet drapes framed the floor-to-ceiling glass dome that revealed a star-drenched sky and endless white peaks. The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the tracks vibrated through the floor, up through Valentina Rossi’s bare feet, and settled deep in her core like a heartbeat that wasn’t her ow
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