<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Saints Like Us</title><description>True stories of men, women and children of African descent, written for readers aged 8 to 14.</description><link>https://saints-like-us.pages.dev/</link><language>en</language><item><title>Test story</title><link>https://saints-like-us.pages.dev/stories/test-story/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://saints-like-us.pages.dev/stories/test-story/</guid><description>The rain never really stopped on Caelum. It just thinned into a heavy mist that made the neon signs bleed together in the puddles. Elara adjusted her collar against the damp air. She held the small, metallic orb tightly inside her coat pocket. It was humming against her palm. &quot;You shouldn&apos;t have…</description><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2026 13:33:23 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>