
November rain pressed fog against the academy windows while Jabez North heard six cold boys recite Latin. Allecompain Major had already paid sixpence and copied grammar for warming a chilblain at the schoolroom fire. You step into this one-chapter preview with Allecompain Major at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. I need explain to no one why this desk must climb with me tonight. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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