The tower’s antiquity was obvious from the weathering of the stone. What had once, Quell suspected, been perfectly square corners were rounded from centuries—from millennia, perhaps—of wind and sand. Quell felt instinctively certain that the tower was older than anything on Catadra. Her memory drifted to the Jedi temple she’d visited on the Harkrova moon, and that memory led to a vaguely recalled word she’d encountered somewhere among rebel propaganda videos: Sith. She couldn’t recall the word’s meaning, though she tried.
