The Crown of Thorns and Spice

Within the tangled alleys of that ancient city, aroma {of exotic spices{ mingles with the biting smell of violence. The masses surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of expressions, each holding their own lies. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, eyes darting for a target. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind whispers through

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