
You balanced on the wheelwright's gatepost while Tom sat on an overturned punt beside a roaring ring of scrap wood. The iron is red already, Mark; fit the tire before the smoke drives every spectator into the fen. You step into this one-chapter preview with Tom Tallington at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Dave's unanswered grievance waited beyond the chapter. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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