For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Star Underneath the Dangerous Den
Waiting alone in the midst of her uncles grotesque curios, with the green and pleasant, godless smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of tall Trader Sargon, the sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
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