<?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>Windwalker on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/windwalker/</link><description>Recent content in Windwalker on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/windwalker/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Crossroads</title><link>/stories/2002/09/30/crossroads/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/09/30/crossroads/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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Crossroads
by Windwalker
crossroads
By Windwalker &lt;a href="mailto:bdsmwords@yahoo.com"&gt;bdsmwords@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;
Chapter
One:  Revelations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Extraordinary experiences
seemed to have a habit of arising from otherwise mundane circumstances. 
Dene mulled over that bit of wisdom as she turned her wrists against the
insides of her polished handcuffs.  She let her eyes slip closed and
relished feeling their inescapable grip.  If by some feat of precognition
the events of this evening had been revealed to her, she surely would have
dismissed the prediction as an impossible hallucination.  At least
as impossible as her escape from the steel that held her right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>