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I often read stories that are under 200 pages. Some authors produced their best work in the short story/novella/novelette format. All too often, you find books with lots of pages which consist of a decent short story and a mass of filler. Bulwer-Lytton emulation at it's worse.
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.—Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford
Perfervid turgidity as practised by an expert.
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