1921 The war had ended three years earlier but Evansville still wore black. The air carried a heaviness, the kind that lingers in empty rooms and half-read letters. Only one …
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1937 Evansville had changed. Electricity hummed through its streets, the first cars lined Main Street, and the new department store towered where the elm trees once stood. Swanson’s Flower Shop …
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1959 America was blooming again, in chrome and neon, not roses. Downtown Evansville was a grid of glass storefronts and clean sidewalks, and the Swanson name had outgrown the family …
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2023 The name Swanson was now just a logo, a clean serif font, silver on black. The company owned florists, perfume brands, seed lines, and luxury greenhouses from London to …
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Prelude: The Three Thrones of the Violet Kingdom They say the stars remember what the world forgets. In the far reaches of the Luminous Belt — beyond the veils of …
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The Obsidian Spire rose higher than any mortal mountain, its surface polished to a mirror-dark sheen that reflected no light, only the stars. At its summit sat Queen Alfirk — …
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When the walls of Alfirk’s silent empire cracked, the first sound to escape was a song — low, mournful, and ancient. It drifted through the violet mists like a pulse, …
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They said no such lands ever existed — no record, no ruin, no trace. But that was before I found the map. It was pressed between the pages of an …
Filed: April 14, 2025, Superior Township, MI Investigator: Dr. Elara H. Winslow, Horticultural Research Division, University of Michigan Voice Memo Entry One: Passing reference in an archived trade journal, “Swanson’s …
Long before Alfirk raised her Spire or Errai gathered her echoes, the world was unshaped — a sea of violet mist that hummed with the first light of creation. And …