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(That was a holocron of Traya. Sorry for the confusion.)
"Indeed." Mortis smiled. "Make it so." Her Force touch upon the officer was
a cold caress. Yeru preferred to keep her servants wary of her true power,
which the victims of Darth Vader knew well. In her opinion, deaths were
last resorts, not the first line of defense. "He won't leave my grasp again."
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