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The Wheels of the Godavari
Adelais felt being on the ship was a blessing, despite the sulfur stench below deck. At last, she would join her husband.
When she’d voiced concerns about this marriage, her father had laughed, “All marriages are arranged if you include destiny.”
Her father, that industrial magnate, who built his fortune in the colonies, believed her husband—once a pauper, now head bookkeeper—would one day take over the business.
To truly make her marriage destiny, she’d follow her husband to that wretched outpost, embracing the hardship as her sacrifice for love.
In three days, her new life would begin.
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*The Penal Outpost of Nouveau Feu.
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I shouldn't be the one to tell you this.
We left Pondichéry 3 days ago. All as planned. But then ...
We tried to stop them.
We really did.
But they would not listen ...
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