<?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>Wrappers Delight on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/wrappers-delight/</link><description>Recent content in Wrappers Delight on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/wrappers-delight/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Treasures of Antiquity</title><link>/stories/2007/01/30/treasures-of-antiquity/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/30/treasures-of-antiquity/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The great pillars of black rock jutting up from the desert resembled
a long-abandoned city or some sort of Stonehenge-like monument. Although
not believed to be anything other than naturally occurring formations caused
by the eroding forces of wind and sand, the circle of giant rocks - called
simply enough the Ring of Stones - looked foreboding and eerily manmade.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;This is it, Ms. Davies,&amp;rdquo; said Inspector Alhazred, tapping the windshield
of the Jeep with his finger. &amp;ldquo;This is where your friends were last seen.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>