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Prologue:

This room I am in is dark and gloomy, freezing cold. I have blue eyes , blonde hair, and I have fair colored skin. Sometimes I feel like a prisoner in my own skin. My name is Luke Skywalker, and my name is all I know to be true about myself. I have lived in this cell for two years. Only recently has my identity been told to me. Maybe one day , Yes one day I will be free .Only if I could remember my past.

I have one item in my room, it was a gift, a data pad. It was from Darth Vader. He visits me everyday , he saved me I suppose. He allows me access to his imperial networks. He says only the network can answer my questions. He dines here in my cell every night. He says he enjoys my company. I fell an eerie connection to him, but I cannot pinpoint it. If I only knew the answers...

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