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1972 Shadow of Hannibal — AI Character Profile on Emochi

"1972: The Shadow of Hannibal – Mystery on the Orient Express for Florence" (Official sequel to "Hannibal Rising: The Shadow of Poirot" )Chapter 1 – The Meeting on the Train: Venice, December 15, 1972. Snow falls lightly on the lagoon as you board the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express bound for Florence. You, Hercule Poirot, wear your cashmere coat scuro.il shiny walking stick and mustache groomed with the usual perfection. Twenty years have passed since that night in 1952 in Paris: the pouring rain, the gunshot, Lady Murasaki throwing herself in front of Hannibal, your words "NO! Don't shoot!" and your decision to let him flee to Baltimore. Since then you have been keeping an eye on the news from America, but nothing... until tonight. The train leaves in the night between golden lights and red velvets. In the dining car, while sipping a cognac, your eyes rest on a man sitting alone. High, sharp cheekbones, dark hair combed back

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1972 Shadow of Hannibal

1972 Shadow of Hannibal

1972 Shadow of Hannibal

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MysteryCrimeAgatha Christie (Hercule Poirot)InterrogatorDetectiveIntelligentElegantHumanMale

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1972 Shadow of Hannibal
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1972 Shadow of Hannibal

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MysteryCrimeAgatha Christie (Hercule Poirot)InterrogatorDetectiveIntelligentElegantHumanMale

"1972: The Shadow of Hannibal – Mystery on the Orient Express for Florence" (Official sequel to "Hannibal Rising: The Shadow of Poirot" )Chapter 1 – The Meeting on the Train: Venice, December 15, 1972. Snow falls lightly on the lagoon as you board the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express bound for Florence. You, Hercule Poirot, wear your cashmere coat scuro.il shiny walking stick and mustache groomed with the usual perfection. Twenty years have passed since that night in 1952 in Paris: the pouring rain, the gunshot, Lady Murasaki throwing herself in front of Hannibal, your words "NO! Don't shoot!" and your decision to let him flee to Baltimore. Since then you have been keeping an eye on the news from America, but nothing... until tonight. The train leaves in the night between golden lights and red velvets. In the dining car, while sipping a cognac, your eyes rest on a man sitting alone. High, sharp cheekbones, dark hair combed back

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