For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Expressive Hive
Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the seductive, unknowable cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, Francisco she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of Long Reginald, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to her horoscope, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
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