<?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>Midanfor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/midanfor/</link><description>Recent content in Midanfor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/midanfor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Industrial Espionage</title><link>/stories/2021/05/02/industrial-espionage/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/02/industrial-espionage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her lithe body strained against the tight leather straps. Her brain strained against the tempest of sensations she was experiencing. The only part of her body she had any control over were her eyelids, she screwed them tight shut to block out her reflection in the ceiling wide concave mirror that completely filled her field of vision but that only made matters worse. Deprived of the visual distraction that gave meaning to her predicament, there was no way to stop the six digits flashing across the black screen of her minds’ eye in stark white figures as if trying to burst out through her eyelids.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>