For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

The Arcane Trysting
by Argo Fourdrinier

   Waiting alone in the room where Neil had witnessed the apparition, with the incarnadine rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, the terrified Sunflower thought once more of dashing Kirk Irving, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to father, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
   Suddenly, came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, my darling!” he murmured in the outwardly-rough manner she had grown to love.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, and as the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.

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