Finally, he made a stop at a humble corner gas station known to locals as . An old chef in the back was hand-breading thighs in a secret blend of spices. Silas bought one last piece. It was heavy, dripping with juices, and possessed a spicy kick that warmed him right down to his bones.
His first stop was , a legendary local diner. As he opened the door, the rich, savory aroma of paprika and hot oil hit him like a warm hug. He walked up to the counter where Clara, the owner, was packing up a massive family box.
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