From the corner of her eyes, she watched the tilt of heads which was amply satisfactory and continued walking ahead.
The bazaar was buzzing with excited chatters and hollers of vendors who were in tattered rags. It felt as if nothing much had changed except for the cleanliness.
On cue, her emerald orbs scanned the insightful perimeter. As far as her eyes went, she spotted goats and sheep everywhere. The place reeked of iron and blood—perhaps it is a s*******r market, the witch thought. However, in the vaguest of her memories, she couldn’t remember a place as such in the Piranha.
Again, she finds the thought absurdly strange. ‘It has been years since I have been in here. Maybe, new markets have been established with the increased demands.’ The witch thought with a nod.
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