For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Incarnadine Entanglements Within the Flashing Nights
Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the enchanted fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of the Parisian Pirate, Obadiah, the soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings. He was now, according to the letter on the bureau, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
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