<?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>Advertisement on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/advertisement/</link><description>Recent content in Advertisement on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/advertisement/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 6</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="secretsofshackletongrange5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Bethany the Novice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bethany leant back in her seat and gazed out at the rolling Suffolk countrywide. The gently undulating fields, the farmhouses, the picturesque villages with their ‘Suffolk Pink’ cottages, and the occasional windmill, all flashed by in the late afternoon sunshine. But despite the views on offer, the pleasant scenery failed to make much impression on the twenty two year old, as her distracted mind wandered elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>