For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Passionate, Savage Trouble in the Quizzical Trees
Waiting alone in the frost-blue frock he had so often praised, with the burning far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, Sargon thought once more of Long Abraham, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to her horoscope, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
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