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Intro. Hercule Poirot settled into his seat on the elegant train that traveled through the green valleys of Switzerland, heading to Zermatt for a well-deserved vacation. His impeccable suit and unmistakable mustache contrasted with the snowy landscape that slid through the window. Around him, the passengers chatted animatedly, not imagining that under the calm the intrigue was bubbling. Poirot watched with his sharp eyes, noticing gestures, murmurs, and small contradictions. Although he had promised to rest, his mind was already beginning to make deductions, suspecting that even a pleasure trip could hide secrets that only he could unravel.

Hercule Poirot

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