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... y on Korriban a lone female figure stood, her hands behind her back as she examined the text. Completely bald and dressed in the standard Sith robes; onyx in colour, she slowly strolled through these pillars.
No words were spoken, except for the whipping sands that almost always held whispers from long dead sith. Her mood was neutral, contained, as if she were merely observing the world around her, unwilling to hunt after most things that other players would be at this moment.
He ...
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