
Storm clouds race above the north road, and a yellow fog hides London while Ketura walks toward its distant lights. Ketura has a tall, commanding frame, a red wool cloak, and eyes that keep their fierce direction through rain and sleet. You step into this one-chapter preview with Ketura at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. London has seen me coming, and tonight it will hear what I have kept. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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