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Eve recognized him immediately—Eddy, the boy from the neighboring village who often delivered groceries to the convent.
He was a shy, unassuming soul, always quick to avert his gaze when he caught hers. But today, something about his presence stirred a wicked idea in her mind.
Eve straightened, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
She smoothed her habit, the coarse fabric brushing against her skin, and made her way down the spiral staircase to the heavy oak doors of the convent.
By the time she reached the courtyard, Eddy had already unloaded the cart and was stacking crates of vegetables and sacks of flour near the kitchen entrance.