<?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>Tumbleweed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tumbleweed/</link><description>Recent content in Tumbleweed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tumbleweed/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lord Oliver</title><link>/stories/2012/12/27/lord-oliver/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/27/lord-oliver/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Purchase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The floor beneath Lottie’s feet changed from thick carpet to cold flagstone. Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold she could only guess her new location by her other senses – the smell of recently cooked pizza and spilled beer and the hum of a dishwasher. In a room behind heavy rock music roared out played by a band she didn’t know. The firm grip on her arm relaxed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>