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

Subterranean Stranger
by Obadiah Mellon

   Waiting alone in the midst of her uncle’s grotesque curios, with the incarnadine, expressive faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, Lady Judas thought once more of Long Fulsome, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to father, prospecting for silver in the Andes.
   Just then, came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. He was here! “Without you I just plain ain’t nothin’, my Oriental pearl!” he murmured.
   It was then that the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, and as he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, she made a mental note to call Chastity later and tell her all about it.

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