
On a clear summer morning, nineteen-year-old Quentin Durward approached a swollen brook near the dark towers of Plessis-les-Tours. France is meant to supply the fortune a Scottish cadet cannot inherit, though my satchel and staff are the whole expedition so far. You step into this one-chapter preview with Elder Stranger at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Plessis rose ahead, and the nameless guide you had threatened now led you toward gates guarded as if a kingdom feared your arrival. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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