
A gusty April noon caught your foot on London Bridge and laid you flat among market traffic and startled pedestrians. Easy, sir; take my arm until you know whether the pavement has left all your bones in agreement. You step into this one-chapter preview with Simeon Fenellan at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. the stranger's punctilio and the lawyer's undefined blow. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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