
Captain Revel called you late before you had fully reached the breakfast table. I am sorry, Father, and hungry enough to know sleep has already cost me part of the morning. You step into this one-chapter preview with Captain Revel at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Your shout vanished into the same roar that had hidden every warning moments before. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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