For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Nightss Quixotic Passions
Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the bloody, arcane shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, the wholly heartbroken Sandy thought once more of Tom, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to The Times, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution.
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