Chapter 97
After a few hours of painful silence, eight hours of painstaking silence, the group were now approaching Magnolia Town.
Magnolia Town came into view like a painting brought to life. Nestled within a valley surrounded by gentle hills, the town sprawled with an organic charm, its cobbled streets twisting like vines between buildings both ancient and new.
The houses were built close together, their slanted rooftops tiled in shades of rust-red and ash-gray.
Wooden balconies jutted out from upper floors, draped with drying herbs, hanging lanterns, and clothes fluttering in the breeze. Smoke curled lazily from stone chimneys, carrying the rich scent of spices, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread that made even the tired travelers feel a pang of hunger.
