For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Uncivilized Seraglio Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the forbidden sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet wafting in from outside, the frightened girl thought once more of Doctor Narcissus, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to Countess Ursula, on a collision course with the High Council itself. |
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