
You took the dawn watch hungry and yawning while cold fog beaded the cutter's deck and rigging. An hour more in my cot would improve the coast, though Dick will insist only Lincolnshire can do that. You step into this one-chapter preview with Dick at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. You turned toward the cabin while the dripping evidence waited in full view and its journey remained unknown. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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