36 Night Market Fortune Telling

(Ella's POV)

When the door opened, the night wind rushed in carrying various sounds and smells.

Music, laughter, the crackling of charcoal fires, the sizzling of stir-frying in iron pots. The charred aroma of roasted meat, the sickly sweetness of candy, the richness of wheat ale, and the faint sce...

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