For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Foreboding Den
Waiting alone in the now-familiar confines of Edwins grass hut, with the arcane scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, the twice-jilted Gordon thought once more of the Parisian Pirate, Melissa, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to that television program, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution.
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