The private imperial train raced through the winter landscape of Lower Austria, slicing through the snow-covered vineyards of the Wachau Valley at two hundred kilometers per hour. Outside the panoramic windows of the private master salon, the majestic baroque towers of Melk Abbey stood illuminated on their rocky bluff above the icy waters of the Danube River. Yet inside the carriage, the atmosphere was an oasis of quiet, candlelit tranquility.…
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