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Chapter 64: Visions Before Dawn

作者: David Writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-21 03:39:08
Mariella’s POV

It was nighttime, and the bells had been rung for lights out. I lay on my bed, thinking about what Mother Superior had told me. Even though she always spoke to me harshly, today was different. For some reason, her words stung me more today than they had ever done. Was I really making the nuns feel like hostages?

Well, I guess I could somewhat understand why she said that. No one likes being surrounded by armed men 24/7. I wondered why Luciano was doing this. It wasn't necessary a
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