For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Tenebrous Seasons Between the Sunrises No; the terrified Susan was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the faint traffic hum nor the secret alcove they had both come to know so well impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Otto, the tenebrous soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, had a full life in which he was lost forever in the wilds of the Amazon, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one underappreciated girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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