
Thirteen-year-old Ernest Kershaw stood before the uncle who had answered only when his widowed mother was dying. I like you, boy, and I am glad your second name remembers your mother's family. You step into this one-chapter preview with Ernest Kershaw at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Jeremy vanished into the winter dusk, leaving Ernest unsure whether he would come when morning did. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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