
Christmas Eve empties the bright street, but one long window in the dark-red sandstone house burns a cold yellow line. Madge Oranmore sits rigidly beside a sea-coal fire, diamonds at her throat and the Dance of Death moving across the walls. You step into this one-chapter preview with Madge Oranmore at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. I will stay below and listen for the first sound from Esther's chamber. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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