
From the deep nursery window, you watched sea and fields while asking Gwen what it meant to be buried alive. I do not mean earth and coffin; I mean a mind shut inside one beautiful place until it forgets its reach. You step into this one-chapter preview with David Morgan at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. David's hand paused on the house door without turning back. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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