For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Pagan Star
Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the burning shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, Boris thought once more of Harold Cleveland, the soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, recklessly endangering her life as well as his own.
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