For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Alongside the Quotidian Love
Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the quixotic, eternal plaintive braying of the Dons llamas wafting in from outside, the frightened girl thought once more of Charity ben Cleveland, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to the letter on the bureau, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
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