<?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>Lion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lion/</link><description>Recent content in Lion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/lion/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Another Evening</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/another-evening/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/another-evening/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She immediately recognised the brown envelope
in the mailbox. It was the same type he used to send. Half curious, half
irritated, she opened and read. What&amp;rsquo;s this nonsense! The letter was short,
almost commanding. &amp;ldquo;Enclosed are three tasks of varying level of difficulty.
Select one, return the others” was the short message. The envelopes were
marked &amp;ldquo;easy&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;medium&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;difficult&amp;rdquo;. She did not hesitate but instantly
picked the one containing the difficult task. It was so long now. Some
time ago she had been used to such games, almost to the point that the
thrill got lost.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>