<?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>Azariah Shade on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/azariah-shade/</link><description>Recent content in Azariah Shade on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/azariah-shade/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Best Friends</title><link>/stories/2022/07/30/best-friends/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/07/30/best-friends/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amanda squirmed in her self-induced purgatory, the slightest of movements all she could manage. Her body encased in thick black latex from head to toe, hiding away her identity and stealing away her ability to feel any touch to her body. The hood over her face left her blind, buds in her ears that fed white noise that kept her deaf to the room around her. Her long, silky brunette hair pulled through the top of the hood, granting anyone that wanted it a convenient handhold to yank her head around in her darkness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>