Chapter 4: The Holy Warrior
As they exited the medical center, the heat, bustle and smells of the street assaulted Kia. Set far from the more affluent areas of the capital, shops crammed the narrow streets, their open fronts displaying wares that included cooking pots, clothes, furniture, medicine, fresh fruit and vegetables, spices and everything else in between. People scurried or meandered along, window shopping, looking for bargains or stopping and sampling the many food stalls selling sweet or savory snacks.
Spicy pungent aromas reminded Kia she was hungry and she wanted to stop but Adietsu’s hand on her elbow kept her moving, maneuvering her through the constant flow of shoppers as a son might with a frail elderly mother. His companion walked slightly behind on her other side.
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