<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953706274116041695</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2024 06:43:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>dark</category><category>red</category><title>The Dark Grimoire</title><description></description><link>http://dark-grimoire.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (diginferno)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953706274116041695.post-3668601629144319320</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-21T01:19:23.614+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dark</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">red</category><title>Red</title><atom:summary type="text">That was the only red tile of the floor. A dark shade of red, resembling dried blood. Its surface was dulled by time and covered with a thin layer of dust, but the eyes of the intruder still saw it red.

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