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It was a bright late-summer afternoon high in the French Alps — deceptively peaceful, almost serene. The kind of day that could deceive anyone into believing they were safe in nature's embrace, surrounded by towering trees and rustling leaves. It was September 5, 2012, when a family of four from Br…

It was a bright late-summer afternoon high in the French Alps — deceptively peaceful, almost serene. The kind of day that could deceive anyone into believing they were safe in nature's embrace, surrounded by towering trees and rustling leaves. It was September 5, 2012, when a family of four from Britain, on a quiet holiday, pulled over to a secluded road near Chevaline. They were likely just looking to stretch their legs, take in the fresh mountain air. But they didn’t know it yet — they were ab