A Crown of Thorns and Spice

Within the tangled alleys of that ancient city, scent {of exotic spices{ mingles with the pungent odor of blood. The people surge through the streets, a mosaic of expressions, each holding their own secrets. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, eyes darting for a target. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind rustles through the lo

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