Between Streets and Shadows
The carriage swayed with a gentle motion as it rolled through the city's center. The sun was low in the sky, a bleeding gold that spilled over the clouds, converting them to streaks of molten amber. All the buildings, all the corners seemed to be softened in that dying light, the world around them becoming almost sacred, timeless. Dust danced idly in the air, catching the light, and the distant wail of a street vendor rose up to greet them, blending with the rhythmic beat of hooves on cobble.
