The Valley of WhispersThe Alps on the outskirts of Zurich welcomed the arrival of Alexander Thorne’s private jet with a blinding snowstorm. The sky, usually a clear blue, was now covered in thick fog, as if nature itself was trying to hide the sins of the past buried beneath the eternal ice.Liora Thorne looked out the window of the helicopter taking them from the airport toward the steep slopes of the Gotthard Pass. Her hands, covered in black leather gloves, trembled violently. Down there, on a sharp bend plunging into a ravine hundreds of meters deep, was where her world had been shattered ten years ago."You don't have to do this, Liora," Mavric’s voice sounded low, piercing through the roar of the helicopter blades.Mavric sat right beside her, holding Liora’s hand with a grip that was strong yet protective. He wore a thick tactical jacket, complete with a utility belt concealing firearms and satellite communication devices. His eyes never left Liora’s face, monitoring ever
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