For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Bloody, Final Fear
Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the ophidian, inchoate fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of the Chiefs handsome son, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to her horoscope, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Clarissa.
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