<?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>Stacked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/stacked/</link><description>Recent content in Stacked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/stacked/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom3.html"&gt;chapter three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Storming the Castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke to the loud squeal of the subway car as we slowed down. I opened my eyes and squinted through the brightness. I groaned in pain as I straightened up into a seated position. Damn, my muscles were sore!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eric must have laid his camouflage jacket across me while I slept because it slid to the ground as I sat upright. He was facing the opposite direction, staring out the window. I rubbed my eyes and followed his gaze toward the large, well-lit underground subway station we had entered. The platforms were bustling with male guards and hunters dressed in camouflage. Moments later, the train lurched to a full stop and the door slid open.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>