
You held Andrew Ingram's unfinished poem as though education had appointed you its natural judge. Andrew entered the kitchen expecting his private pages back, not a ladder into print. You step into this one-chapter preview with Andrew Ingram at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Beside the unconscious stranger, your intended mission of improvement turned first toward the limits of your own judgment. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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