<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Alikat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/alikat/</link><description>Recent content in Alikat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/alikat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Situation Vacant</title><link>/stories/2007/07/02/situation-vacant/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/02/situation-vacant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Madam Becaud hurried purposefully along the narrow
corridor which linked the musty cellar rooms of the Chateau de la Croix.
It was 7.50 pm. She must not, on any account, be late. The passageway was
cold and bare. Swiftly she moved through the few dim pools of light thrown
down by a naked row of bulbs. Tonight, as always, as she bustled along
listening to the hard and spikey echoes of her heels, she was struck by
the dark, forbidding atmosphere of this hidden underworld.
Above her head, in violent contrast, every room
of the old house was the very essence of opulence and glamour, each one
a distillation of countless generations of inbred elegance and the product,
of course, of  unimaginable wealth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>