บท 139: Tasting

Jonathan stood at the window of his luxurious suite in the Fifth Avenue Hotel, gazing out at the magnificent New York skyline. The electric streetlights that lined the streets below cast a bright, steady glow on the city's brick buildings, and the occasional horse-drawn carriage clattered past, its hooves echoing on the cobblestone street.

Jonathan breathed in the cool night air, tinged with the faint scent of coal smoke from the nearby factories. He could hear the distant murmur of the city's energy, punctuated by the occasional call of a hawker selling roasted peanuts on the corner.