
A solitary rider entered the courtyard of Meg Dods's declining inn on a fine summer day and handed his tired horse to the aged, humpbacked hostler. Loosen the girths, cover his back, and leave the saddle until I see him rubbed down; the journey has taken enough from him. You step into this one-chapter preview with Meg Dods at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Below the Blue room, the old landlady locked her doors knowing that your return concerned more than fishing. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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