The Crown of Thorns and Spice

Within the tangled alleys of the city, scent {of exotic spices{ mingles with the biting smell of violence. The crowds surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of faces, each holding their own lies. A {shadowy{ figure moves between the throng, eyes searching for a mission. Murmurs Amongst the Thistle Field A chill wind rustles through the long,

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