
Morning sun caught every wet thread between the hazels when you stepped from the wood with a basket. Fred Gilmore, Aleck Macey, and Lance Distin waited on the road in walking clothes from the Rectory. You step into this one-chapter preview with Fred Gilmore at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. By supper, we shall know whether the thorn scratches were the smallest damage. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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