The Wistful Voyage

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The bell rang. It was a dull, flat sound, like a stone dropped into a well. Mabel stood by the window. The glass was cold against her cheek. Outside, the rain fell. It fell on the mud. It fell on the gray stones of the convent walls. The walls were high. They kept the world out. They kept the world in. Mabel looked at her hands. They were white. They were thin. They held a cup of tea. The tea...

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