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

Verdant Encounters Below the Ebony Lairs
by Susan Clarke, RCMP

   Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the untamable, uncivilized scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, Lady Mindy thought once more of Narcissus, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to Reggie’s shocking revelation, away again on safari.
   It was then that came a peal of mighty bells, and she felt her heart suddenly beat with a new, wild rhythm. He was here! “Without you I am nothing, Adored One!” he said quietly.
   At long last the band began to play, and as he went down on his knees and implored her to forgive him, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.

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