For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Passionate Barbarians, Underappreciated Seasons
Waiting alone in the room where Colin had witnessed the apparition, with the barbarian rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Archibald thought once more of Chastity, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to persistent rumours, in the clutches of Charity Zelazny and his gang of cutthroats.
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