
Fourteen-year-old Robert Falconer sat on the bare floor of his favourite garret while an old Sunday afternoon returned to memory with unexpected force. I have always said I never saw my father, yet this scene insists that I once opened our door to someone who may have been him. You step into this one-chapter preview with Shargar at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The door closed behind you, and the first secret you chose to act upon was another abandoned child's need rather than your own hidden past. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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