
You wrote quickly beside a smoking chimney because copied pages could add a little money to the curate's household. Every finished sheet matters, though cold and smoke seem determined to edit the hand that makes it. You step into this one-chapter preview with Angus Home at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The secret ended at the point where Angus had to judge what it meant. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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