For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Under the Seductive, Immortal Castle
Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the godless smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Egbert thought once more of Long Paul, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to Brother Colin, away again on safari.
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