
Crystal returned footsore along the sunny road, where tamarisks, harvest fields, and the distant sea made the world look happier than she felt. I have crossed the fields for Margaret, and I will not leave with a kindness that avoids the truth. You step into this one-chapter preview with Crystal at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Crystal opened Catharine's parcel, and the two women shared bread beneath the elms while the sea kept its patient rhythm. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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