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

The Sky of the Immortal, Avian Seraglios
by Larry Dambach ben Nelson

   Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Bea’s hovel, with the enchanted faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, Constance von Volestrangler, Student Nurse, thought once more of Cotton Hovind, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to her horoscope, in the clutches of Lyle Benford and his gang of cutthroats.
   Just then, came a flurry of activity, and she dropped the brimming wine glass heedlessly on the rug. He was here! “Without you I am nothing, my Oriental pearl!” he breathed simply.
   It was then that the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, and as it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, she knew that at last he was hers — and that only death could part them.

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