<?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>Saferoom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/saferoom/</link><description>Recent content in Saferoom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/saferoom/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Hidden Room</title><link>/stories/2018/03/05/the-hidden-room/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/05/the-hidden-room/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It feels like it&amp;rsquo;s been several days I&amp;rsquo;ve been here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something inside me, while it fade out, tells me that only the first night has pass. Only just a few hours of agony and desperation, fearing that every time I was quivering, was the last.
And I´m not even suffered the half of the time I must live this nightmare&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It was already night, on Wednesday after a disgusting meeting with some accountants that tried to bribe me to make disappear some very important documents that can prevent the fusion of two big companies. One of them is the one that employs me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>