For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
In the Almost Feline Fortress
Waiting alone in the secret alcove they had both come to know so well, with the remarkable cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, Oliver she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of dashing David Wells, the hooded visitor in her recurring dream. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
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