<?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>Cheshire_62 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cheshire_62/</link><description>Recent content in Cheshire_62 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/cheshire_62/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Printmaster</title><link>/stories/2009/09/09/the-printmaster/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/09/the-printmaster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the noise of a floorboard creaking in the next room which awoke me from my slumber, unusual as I could normally sleep through a world war in the comfort of my bed. Lying there awake trying to decide whether to ignore or investigate, sod it I’ll get up. Stark bullock naked I crept to my bedroom door and placed my ear against the wood, no sound. Slowly turning the door handle I gingerly opened the door to make my way into the living room. All in darkness, good so far, I can see the reflection of my plasma and my hi-fi equipment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>