<?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>Professor Obscure on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/professor-obscure/</link><description>Recent content in Professor Obscure on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/professor-obscure/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tragic Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2025/08/03/tragic-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/03/tragic-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The heat was the first enemy. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t just heat; it was a physical presence, a thick, wet blanket of Florida humidity that smelled of popcorn, sunscreen, and mass-produced joy. It plastered Kara’s black bangs to her forehead, turning the carefully constructed shield over her eyes into a damp, irritating curtain. Her layered uniform—a vintage My Chemical Romance hoodie over a faded black t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans—felt less like a statement and more like a personal, mobile sauna.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>