A Crown of Thorns and Spice

Within the tangled alleys of this bustling metropolis, fragrance {of exotic spices{ mingles with the metallic tang of warfare. The people surge through the streets, check here a tapestry of faces, each holding their own lies. A {shadowy{ figure moves between the throng, eyes scanning for a target. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind rus

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