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Chapter 63: Not One of Them

Autor: David Writes
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-21 02:23:14
Mariella’s POV

After what happened at the refectory, every day I spent in the convent became more unbearable than the last. The nuns didn't whisper as much as they used to in the past ( though I couldn't tell if they did so behind my back). But for some reason, I felt like I had more judgmental eyes on me now than ever before.

I sat in the general study, trying to read the Bible, when I heard a knock on the door. “Donna Mariella,” a voice called.

I was really sick of this and didn't want to a
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