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.
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When she’d voiced concerns about this marriage, her father had laughed, “All marriages are arranged if you include destiny.”
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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.
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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 ...​
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We tried to stop them.
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We really did.
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But they would not listen ...​



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