Concoctions Of Love

Previously

…As night fell, casting long, skeletal shadows across the city, Thorne stood at his window, his gaze fixed on the distant, unassuming alley. He could almost feel the illicit energies emanating from Zamia’s shop, a dark heart beating in the city’s underbelly. The hunt had begun in earnest, and Inquisitor Thorne, with his unwavering faith and his keen eye for heresy, was closing in. The shadows of Zamia’s clandestine work were no longer safe; the inquisitor’s gaze had found them.