Morning sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtains, filling the room with a soft golden glow. I slowly opened my eyes, then sat up in bed, taking a deep breath. The distant murmur of the market had begun to echo faintly, a sign that the day had truly begun.
My second day of rest.
I glanced toward the table in the corner of the room. There, the giant boar meat I had preserved last night was wrapped neatly in several layers of cloth to maintain its aroma. I had checked it again before bed, and the results were satisfying the color was darkening nicely, and the scent of salt and pepper had begun to seep in. But the curing process would still take a few more days, so today… I could take it easy.
