a prequal to when two paths cross just as the summary says.
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I trace a line. The fine line between dark and light. My footsteps are barely heard; leave only tiny indents in the sand of life.
My voice is a whisper on the wind, blown away as soon as it is uttered, leaving echoes behind it, echoes barely able to be recognised.
I am a ghost; walking through life un-noticed, barely making an impact on the lives of others. My only trace is that of silence.
To the Sith, I am known as Tita, I am Hana Solo to the Jedi, yet welcomed by neither. I am a loner, travelling with only my rage as company, and my pain by my side.
This is my story.
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pleaz R&R and tell me what u think