The Monarch’s shuttle led the return to E’ronoh. Trailed by the Paxion, the Valiant, and Eiram’s own royal vessel, it was a sight every being stepped into the dusty streets and canyons to behold. What they couldn’t see were the bodies in the morgue. A chancellor holding on to the threads of hope. The Jedi searching for the shadows of disruption. A man scratching the surface of the chaos in his heart, and a Jedi Knight seeking out her path. Two heirs walking toward each other, toward their future, by clasping the tender seeds of peace, vowing that nothing and no one would stand in their way,
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