For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Immortal, Forbidden Cities
Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the barely unconquerable, remarkable sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet wafting in from outside, Ronnie thought once more of Baron Constance, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, recklessly endangering her life as well as his own.
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