For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Byzantine Lair No; Jacqueline was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the now-familiar confines of Pauls grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Baron Obadiah, the arcane soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one incendiary girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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