For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Perilous Encounters and the Shadowy Cities
Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the unconquered sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet wafting in from outside, Hank thought once more of Doctor Pierre, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to father, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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