A CROWN OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the winding alleys of this bustling metropolis, scent {of exotic spices{ mingles with the pungent odor of blood. The masses surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of faces, each holding their own lies. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, eyes searching for a mission. Secrets in the Thistle Patch A chill wind whispers through