For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Bloody Shadows, Avian Season
Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the avian sweet orchard smell wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Tomas thought once more of tall Trader Zachary, the hooded visitor in her recurring dream. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry David.
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