As they continued their walk through the winding streets of Labyrinth City, Jean and Cruzer found themselves drawn to a series of quaint shops lining a narrow alleyway.
The alley was dimly lit by lanterns hanging from the eaves of the buildings, casting a soft, warm glow over the cobblestone path. The scent of spices, fresh bread, and various herbs filled the air, creating a comforting, homely atmosphere.
Jean tugged at Cruzer's hand, leading him toward a small, cozy bookstore tucked between a bakery and an apothecary. The wooden sign above the door creaked gently in the breeze, and the smell of old parchment and ink wafted out as they pushed open the door.
Inside, the bookstore was a treasure trove of knowledge, with shelves lined from floor to ceiling with books of all sizes and ages.
