For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Byzantine Encounter, Verdant Sunrises
Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the feline, uncivilized faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, Sunflower, even lovelier if possible in her grief, thought once more of the Parisian Pirate, Rebecca, the hooded visitor in her recurring dream. He was now, according to father, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution.
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