Bab 87: Give Chase

As the wintry dawn cast its first delicate light upon the sleeping town, a hushed enchantment settled upon the streets of Frostholm. Just like the name of the town, frost kissed the rooftops and glistened on the cobblestone paths, turning the world into a shimmering wonderland.

Slowly, chimneys came alive, wisps of smoke swirling upward, as hearths crackled to life in cozy homes. The distant sound of horses' hooves and carriage wheels mingled with the crisp air, bringing a sense of anticipation.

One by one, shutters creaked open, revealing glimpses of warm light and bustling activity within. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee wafted from the bakeries and cafes, teasing the senses and drawing townsfolk into the awakening day.

The town, like a slumbering giant, stretched and yawned, preparing for the stories, interactions, and shared moments that would paint the canvas of another winter's day.