<?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>Act on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/act/</link><description>Recent content in Act on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/act/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Great Marvolo</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-great-marvolo/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-great-marvolo/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Harrison&lt;/strong&gt; for her assistance, and for letting me read her great-great grandmother&amp;rsquo;s diary.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;My father, Sir Charles Harrison, FRS, DPhil, was dying. He had been dying for months, but now, in this first week of June, 1889, the end was near. He was wracked by another spasm of coughing, and the cloth he held to his lips was stained with blood. &amp;ldquo;Jenny, come closer,&amp;rdquo; he whispered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>