The cloaked figure threw back its hood. San Hill recoiled, hands flapping like panicked birds sewn to his wrists. He had time to gasp, “You’re-you’re Anakin Skywalker!” before a fountain of blue-white plasma burned into his chest, curving through

The cloaked figure threw back its hood. San Hill recoiled, hands flapping like panicked birds sewn to his wrists. He had time to gasp, “You’re-you’re Anakin Skywalker!” before a fountain of blue-white plasma burned into his chest, curving through

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