The town was rarely this bustling, with its usually desolate main thoroughfares now teeming with life.
Farmers' wagons lined up one after another along the roadside, and the dirt road was packed with small stalls.
On the second Monday of each month, Wolfton's market day attracted villagers from around, along with Protestants who rarely interacted with the Old Believers.
That's why Lieutenant Winters Montagne decided to schedule the trial, execution, and militia drafting all on today.
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Today, the remote town revealed its vibrant side.
Traveling merchants from nearby towns flocked here to do business, and the town's farmers brought surplus agricultural products to sell at the market.
Honest farmers simply spread out a cloth on the ground and arrayed the fruits and vegetables they had picked from fields and gardens, waiting for people to inquire about the prices.