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Chapter 114: The Shadow in Vienna

作者: King Great
last update 公開日: 2026-08-11 19:17:42

The private train carriage glided silently over the wet, polished rails as it crossed the Austrian border into Vienna. Outside the reinforced double-paned windows, a light dusting of late-summer frost coated the grand pine forests of the Alpine foothills, glowing pink under the first rays of dawn.

Inside the salon car, the atmosphere was steeped in quiet, luxurious warmth. Polished mahogany paneling and plush burgundy velvet seating framed a low glass table, upon which sat a silver coffee servi
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