<?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>Dark Dreamer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dark-dreamer/</link><description>Recent content in Dark Dreamer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/dark-dreamer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dream Come True</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dream-come-true/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dream-come-true/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[ This is my first attempt at a story&amp;hellip;please e-mail with feedback,
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&lt;p&gt;Quiet, opaque darkness surrounded the room, if not the whole house. 
The young woman in the ornate four-poster bed resting against the center
of the rear wall in said room slept rather peacefully, perhaps indulging
in some sweet dream splintered off from some fantasy.  She stirred
about under the thick quilts and satin sheets that she had come to adore
ever since she&amp;rsquo;d bought them at the shopping mall months back.  They
fit her so well&amp;hellip; at least as far as anyone else would know.  Soft,
gentle, and somewhat pure.  Certainly that&amp;rsquo;s what others thought of
her, strangers and friends alike.  She just had that&amp;hellip;aura.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>