<?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>Annon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/annon/</link><description>Recent content in Annon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/annon/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ride the Devils Voice</title><link>/stories/2012/06/11/ride-the-devils-voice/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/11/ride-the-devils-voice/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is my story, only you the readers can judge its merit; as for me I remain as described for my lifetime. Annon&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My life had fallen apart last year; my husband of nearly ten years had walked out on me leaving me alone in the world’s tiniest village. We had one church and two pubs and about a hundred houses. Mostly filled with older residents who had lived in the village forever. We were listed in the dooms-day book and nothing new had happened since then.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>