<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 00:36:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@morbidmolly/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Tales from the gilded]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tales from the gilded pig. Ep. 2: The beast with two back packs. On a sunny spring morning in early April. The woods just outside of the sleepy little town of Elkhorn, Wisconsin were bustling with life.]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@morbidmolly/tales-from-the-gilded</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@morbidmolly/tales-from-the-gilded</guid><category><![CDATA[weird-fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[morbidmolly]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 16:50:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tales from the gilded pig.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tales from the gilded pig. Ep. 1: A dead man walks into a bar. On February 22nd Stuart Doubleday was trudging his way through three feet of snow in negative thirteenth degree weather when he slipped on]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@morbidmolly/tales-from-the-guilded-pig</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@morbidmolly/tales-from-the-guilded-pig</guid><category><![CDATA[weird-fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[morbidmolly]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 16:35:24 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>