
Cold November rain had emptied the Southwark road when a young woman carrying a child knocked at your cottage. The bridge gate is shut, sir, and I have no strength left to seek another lodging. You step into this one-chapter preview with Walter Fletcher at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The forge offered Walter a real beginning while the reason for his mother's secrecy remained unanswered. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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