
On the cold final evening of December, you sat alone beside an uncurtained window while the busy town moved below. Five years have ended today since one beloved life ended, and memory has found the only quiet hour I gave it. You step into this one-chapter preview with Little Mary at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Her question held the chapter at the threshold between the two years. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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