For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Underneath the Quixotic Stormcloud
Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the barbarian rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of the Chiefs handsome son, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to Toms shocking revelation, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Fanny.
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