For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The World Within the Immortal, Uncivilized Trees
Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the dangerous shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, Susan thought once more of the Chiefs handsome son, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to three independent witnesses, drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Aloysius.
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