<?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[The Phantom Unmasked]]></title><description><![CDATA[Unravel the Mystery, Join the Journey]]></description><link>https://www.the-phantom-unmasked.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 19:00:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.the-phantom-unmasked.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 1 - Sarah]]></title><description><![CDATA[AUDIO VERSION COMING SOON! 	 When Sarah and Caesar stepped into the sunlight of the city of Paris, or at least the part of it with the airport, she expected the smell of baguettes or croissants or something cheesy like that. Instead, the city smelled like the German mom she remembered from the dance studio she went to as a child. The mom who helped with the small concession stand and then stood outside during breaks to smoke like her life depended on it, before secretly teaching Sarah how to...]]></description><link>https://www.the-phantom-unmasked.com/post/chapter-1-sarah</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c3fa1ce15007f12d6b7617</guid><category><![CDATA[Phantom Unmasked]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 16:32:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e88161_dd03f44eb2fd46429c6178cee7c7797b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Beene</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Prologue]]></title><description><![CDATA[AUDIO VERSION COMING SOON! 	It must be terrible to be a catfish beneath the Palais Garnier,  Andrew Khan thought to himself as he tore bits of bread from the small loaf his wife had packed him for lunch. He told her she didn’t have to, but Fatimeh said she still had the urge to make sandwiches in the morning, even though their nest was now empty.  	Catfish have taste buds all over their bodies — every damn inch. He couldn’t imagine what the water of the reservoir would taste like all day,...]]></description><link>https://www.the-phantom-unmasked.com/post/prologue</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697d3912ccf6db790cb3e0e9</guid><category><![CDATA[Phantom Unmasked]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2026 22:20:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e88161_27f2e1743bb24f1eac8ac45c4a5ce3b2~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Beene</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>