
Frank climbed above the Welsh valleys with the sea shining beyond the ridges and a lonely hut marked only by peat smoke through a torn roof. I have the right post-town and no certainty about the family name; losing my brother's letter has made the last mile a riddle. You step into this one-chapter preview with Frank at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Mountain Moggy's hut filled his view at last; the next breath would have to be spent on the door, not on the rumour below. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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