A Realm of Thorns and Spice

Within the winding alleys of that ancient city, aroma {of exotic spices{ mingles with the biting smell of warfare. The masses surge through the streets, a mosaic of countenances, each holding their own lies. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, eyes scanning for a target. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind rustles through the l

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