
Every stride slides me farther across the saddle, David; I am moving to keep from falling. Sit still, Master Robin, or I shall deliver a sack of bruises to your father instead of a boy. You step into this one-chapter preview with David at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. A small bird watched from a branch as distant sounds remained impossible to identify. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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