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The Empire of the Primrose

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  The Empire of the Primrose The city fell in a single night Holding it would take longer So the painters were summoned in the gloom And the saints on the stone walls... Were given his family's eyes   A bloodline was found for him Older than the walls Older than the kings who raised them Now even the iron earth must forget It ever belonged to anyone else... I am the vessel, I am the decree The apex of empire, the false purity Holding the pale coronal into the glare Chartered to conquer the silence out there A seed of cold fences, an ark of damp clay Bending the void to the shape of decay The cycle resets in the dusk of the dream Cobblestone alleys and banners unseen Down the discrepant and tapering throat Past broken angels where gargoyles float Into the wood of the rot and the mould Smelling of Devon and iron gone cold One yellow petal, immaculate bloom Crushing the soul with the weight of its doom Touch the cold stem—and the spires bend back Cobbles turn red on the furnace-h...
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The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors book two STC

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 The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors

The Space Tourist Chronicles (book two)

Author: John Bennett AKA JJFBbennett 

Kindle edition out soon

After the profound discovery of the Sunrise Tree, the crew of the Subi seeks a simple respite at the legendary Rumour Mill. But this 'stop and revive' station is no mere diner. It's a sanctuary of shifting mirrors and liquid reality, where the greatest temptation isn't on the menu. When a simple reflection offers a glimpse into a life of forgotten comforts, the crew must learn that in a place that trades in dreams, the price of indulgence is memory itself.

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