<?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>Filador on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/filador/</link><description>Recent content in Filador on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/filador/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Sentence</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-sentence/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-sentence/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For however long I have left - the words will
echo in my ears.  I&amp;rsquo;d quiver with fright, if only my grotesquely incapacitated
body would let me.  I knew long before I was forcibly dragged into
the chamber that my future was not likely to involve fun and games. 
I never, ever learned to obey a master, despite my love of bondage and
a desire to submit to restraint.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>