The morning sun crested the frosted spires of the Bernina Alps with blinding, crystalline brilliance, illuminating the pristine white snowfields of the Upper Engadin in shades of blinding diamond and pale rose gold. At nine in the morning, the heavy wooden doors of the estate's private heated stables swung open, releasing the rich, earthy aromas of sweet timothy hay, polished saddle leather, and warm horseflesh into the crisp mountain air.…
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