For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Verdant Laboratory
Waiting alone in the frost-blue frock he had so often praised, with the quotidian, constant shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Julie, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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