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Chapter Fifty-Two: The Himalayan Descent
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2026-05-26 14:59:34The private jet didn't just land in the Himalayas; it felt like it dropped out of the sky and into a world of endless, blinding white. The air outside the cabin was so thin it felt like breathing through a silk scarf, a sharp, freezing contrast to the heavy, electric warmth of Silas’s presence. We were thousands of miles away from the glass towers of Manhattan, standing on a jagged ridge that seemed to be the very edge of the earth.
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The Alpha's Secretary Mate Chapter Fifty-Two: The Himalayan Descent
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