As Miranda and Agnes stepped into the bustling market, the cacophony of sounds and aromas from the vibrant stalls enveloped them. They navigated through the crowds, expertly avoiding vendors selling exotic spices, fresh produce, and colorful fabrics. Agnes led the way, her confident stride guiding Miranda through the winding alleys.
As they turned a corner, the market's chaos gave way to a quieter, more residential area. The buildings here were older, with worn stone facades and intricately carved wooden doors. Agnes stopped in front of a modest house, its unassuming exterior devoid of any signs indicating it was a physician's residence.
"We're here," Agnes announced, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and reassurance.
Miranda hesitated, her feet dragging as she stood beside Agnes, staring at the house. The building looked shabby, its exterior giving no indication that it was the residence of a physician. It seemed more like someone's private home.