A REALM OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the winding alleys of the city, scent {of exotic spices{ mingles with the biting smell of blood. The crowds surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of expressions, each holding their own truths. A {shadowy{ figure moves between the throng, eyes darting for a goal. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind whispers through the long, s