<?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>Wood-Beams on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wood-beams/</link><description>Recent content in Wood-Beams on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wood-beams/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Secrets of Shackleton Grange</title><link>/stories/2018/04/03/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/03/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="secretsofshackletongrange27.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chapter 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 28: Tying Up a Few Loose Ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A surreal atmosphere hung over the ancient mansion house that Tuesday morning. As the rising sun did its best to burn off the early morning mist which lifted in slowly swirling wisps from Shackleton Grange’s dew-laden lawns, Cathy and Saskia sat watching from their seats in the vast bay window.  Both had eaten a good breakfast, prepared by the three docile and accommodating servants, and now sat back sipping &lt;em&gt;lapsang souchong&lt;/em&gt; from Dolores’ best china, as what appeared to be the genesis of a fine Suffolk spring day unfurled before their eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>