For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Pagan Encounter Under the Arcane Star
by Dr. Egbert bar Hershey

   Waiting alone in the now-familiar confines of Julius-Bobby’s grass hut, with the inchoate far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, St. John Johnson, Student Nurse, thought once more of dashing Telemachus Scherding, the sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect. He was now, according to persistent rumours, struggling for life in the intensive care ward.
   Just then, came a flurry of activity, and she struggled in vain with her sudden panic. He was here! “I’ve thought of you every minute I’ve been away, baby doll!” he stammered with his eyes (for his voice was now silent for ever).
   Abruptly, there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, and as the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.

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