THE CROWN OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the winding alleys of the city, fragrance {of exotic spices{ mingles with the pungent odor of warfare. The masses surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of faces, each holding their own truths. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, website eyes searching for a target. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind whispers through