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

Uncivilized Seraglio
by Zachary Hershey-bar Verne

   Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the forbidden sprightly piping of the Vicar’s 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.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that came a sudden clatter of hooves, and she nearly swooned. He was here! “I love you with a fiery passion which cannot be denied, my dewy, doll-faced delight!” he mumbled in the outwardly-rough manner she had grown to love.
   Just then, he went down on his knees and implored her to forgive him, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.

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