
From your window you watched a ragged garden boy pull weeds between long onion beds below. His hands are coated with honest soil, yet every look upward feels like a challenge meant especially for me. You step into this one-chapter preview with Shock at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The flattened pellet held the first encounter at the edge of speech. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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