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ONLY TO BE ARCHIVED AT FANFICTION.NET
Timeline: Post- Vision of the Future, replacing Union
To M. For feedback, excellent company, fellowship in SW-madness and fun around the clock ;=) (Especially behind the wheel - I sure would like to see you with an X-wing!)
SPOILER ALERT: Planet of Twilight, Showdown at Centrepoint, Specter of The Past, Vision of The Future, Vector Prime as well as some later New Jedi Orders. (And naturally the Thrawn trilogy, how can anyone possibly avoid that? ;=)
WARPED UNIVERSE ALERT: For the sake of storytelling, Isard's not dead at all. Condolenses to those who get stomach cramps from the woman. I know what you're going through. Just thank the stars of Alderaan I didn't bring Callista back.
Star Wars: The Rising By Heidi Ahlmen (siirma6@surfeu.fi)
CHAPTER VII:
The comm rattled and Mara pressed the on button in an instant. "Solo?" she gasped into the receiver.
"Sure as Kessel."
Mara cheered silently. She hadn't gotten as far as Bilbringi space in the eight hours passed. Solo and Lando had been quick.
"Got any news for me?" Mara switched back to autopilot after making sure she had punched in the right final coordinates. She didn't want to collide with some rock.
"You bet," came Lando's voice on the relay. "First of all, this chap of yours disappeared some twenty years ago." His tone did not transmit the grim nature of the message.
"Great," Mara punched the control board in frustration.
"Wait," came Solo's voice, dripping with what seemed to Mara as unnecessary excitement, "There's much more."
"He indeed was a Corellian. He disappeared three years after Endor, in the Elrood section. He was in the lead of an Intelligence task force sent out to fight down Luke - of all people - they'd dug out some old log stating that his X-wing had once been recorded flying several times in and out of the planet Dagobah."
"Dagobah? Isn't that where Luke trained?" Mara asked. Now this was an interesting turn indeed.
Solo seemed to wonder for a minute. "Must've been. He disappeared somewhere in the system - it's a bit of a wildland down there according to Luke. Maybe there's something to it."
Finding an age-old pile of Imperial bones was hardly a major clue but it was the best she had.
"Thanks, you two. Where are you now? Any trouble?"
Lando coughed into the comm and Mara grimaced. The manners. "Still on Bastion. No prob, it's awfully quiet here. The treaty's obviously made a difference. The city seems almost half-empty."
It didn't sound like the Imperial capital Mara had once known. "Maybe they finally got tired of the kraythole and set out to find alternative careers." At least she could hope so, even if it didn't fit the picture in her head. It had been long since the days of the Empire, she reminded herself. "Still, I wouldn't advice you to stick around."
"We'll restock and then call up Leia. Also, one of Falcon's shields is acting up. We'll do some repairs and then head our way."
Mara gritted her teeth. "Just don't get too comfortable in there." If Han Solo could walk into Bastion's libraries without being noticed or cared about, it could also mean the Imperials had more important business taking up their time.
"We'll see you on Coruscant, then? After you've checked this up?" Lando offered.
Mara answered yes, and after another curt warning to get out of Bastion, she pulled the Ice out of hyperspace and changed the coordinates again for the Dagobah system.
Pellaeon met up with Isard aboard the Judicator, still docked safely in military portal three. She was seeted at the command center, fingering the comm relay. "Come take a look at this," she said, tapping her finger at a datascreen. "I was alerted to this by a captain who was supposed to lead the Invids out. One of their dockyards was unexpectedly in use, and when they checked incoming areal logs they found something that could prove very useful."
The Admiral ran his finger down the line of ships logged in the comp. Then his face spread in a wide smile. "The Millennium Falcon."
Isard tapped the comm switch with her finger. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't," she joked.
Pellaeon simply nodded, anticipating.
Isard sat back down and pushed the comm switch. "All airborne units in sector eighteen. We've got unwelcomed visitors. Generals Solo and Calrissian aboard the ship Millennium Falcon. Seize after takeoff and bring aboard the Judicator for questioning. " She changed channel and clicked the switch again, this time her tone slightly different. "Destroyers Besiege and Coercive, permission to takeoff for rendezvous point."
She saluted Pellaeon and left the Star Destroyer for the headquarters before it took off with most of the fleet. War was not her cup of tea. Strategy and dominance were.
Dagobah. Mara had never been there, but Luke had told her about his Master who had once lived there - Master Yoda. During their most intense linking Mara had seen a few of Luke's memories of the tiny creature with one of the greatest Force abilities ever. All that Luke's mind contained of him were surrounded with a feeling of trust, respect and warmth.
But Dagobah was another thing. Luke had hated it - the swampy gutter, as he'd once referred to it. Mara now understood why after maneuvering the Ice through its atmosphere, cursing the thick wisps of smoke and methane that nearly blinded her sensor array. Somehow she managed to touch solid ground in the south without colliding into any of the old-looking, tangy trees. She'd chosen south because the sensors had shown many traces of ships on the planet surface and the largest one had been located near the sector she set her landing vector. The terrain in the south seemed also less tree- covered.
But less was just a relative term. The trees were everywhere anyway.
She set down the ramp and wandered out. The air was thick with a stale aroma, like the whole planet was decaying under her feet. There were pools of murky water everywhere, strange sounds making their way to the surface from the larger ones. Occasionally a wave rippled the algae-covered surface. Reptilian gurgling sounds replaced birdsong.
It wasn't cold but the humid air moisturized Mara's overalls, making her shiver. She stood for a moment, taking in her surroundings, clipped on her lightsaber, and decided to take a walk. It was unlikely she'd find anything, not the very moment, the least, so if she could make use of her time to getting accustomed to the place, it wouldn't be time wasted.
She walked around a what seemed a small lake nearby and returned to the vicinity of her ship as it became darker. It was never day on Dagobah - the planet was far from its harbouring star and the thick vegetation devoured most of the light anyway.
It was an eerie place - no habitation, well, except for those creatures causing the waves in the swamps. Darkness brought more noise - there were obviously some small nightly predators at work. Mara could sense their dinner first scuttling away in terror and then disappearing from the Force as they died in the claws of their pursuers.
And the Force was everywhere. Mara could not build such a barrier that would've blocked it all out. The planet was swarming with life. It filled Mara's entire awareness, thousands of creatures existing side by side. It reminded beautifully what the Force was about - life itself, life that bound together all beings. Mara surrendered to it and allowed herself to be a part of it.
For a brief moment she thought of Callista and somehow understood her choice, even if she wanted to give the woman a good kicking for the way she'd made it. Being blocked out from the Force would have been more than blindness. Mara was unsure whether she herself could've handled it better than Callista. Or maybe 'handle' was the wrong word. 'Survived' would have described it more aptly.
Suddenly she felt something. Her hand flying to her lightsabre, she concentrated more carefully.
There had been a brief change in the Force. It hadn't been strong enough to call a tremor rather than a faint tingling. Mara relaxed as she sensed no danger. The change continued and Mara realized it was coming from someone using the Force rather than from the Force itself.
Then there was a presence. It was not like the presences of ordinary humans and aliens, nor was it a Jedi. It was something that consisted of the Force itself, a concentration of it that had a mind of its own.
And suddenly it was right behind her. Mara jumped up and turned.
Slowly and quietly, a blue shine began emanating from a nearby tree, and suddenly there was someone sitting on a thick branch near the ground.
Mara swallowed as she realized her throat was dry. Still no danger, even though her reason told her to slice first and then ask questions. But the feeling she got from the Force did not sanction such actions.
Mara blinked. The someone was a small creature with large ears, an accepting smile and wide brown robes hiding three-toed paws. She'd seen him before, and the faint blue light surrounding his almost transparent features did add to the ease of recognition.
"Master Yoda?" Mara gasped.
The creature slid off the branch and stood on the mossy ground. "Welcome, Mara Jade."
Mara sat down on a stone. The creature seemed to chuckle. "Startle you did I not?"
"You did, actually," Mara replied, "But not for long."
"Startle I did Luke too," Master Yoda replied and seemed to be lost in some amusing memory Mara could not share.
Mara didn't quite know what to say. Had it been her who had summoned this visit, or this Force-filled place? She decided for the business approach, hoping that Luke would've taken the time to teach her some etiquette on dealing with deceased Jedi Masters. "Master Yoda, I'm looking for a ship that probably crashed here sometime after the Emperor died."
"One I became with the Force long before that," Master Yoda replied, downing Mara's spirits, but continued, "But a ship there was. Imperials."
Mara raised her head, hope growing. "Do you know where it is?"
Yoda nodded sadly towards the small lake. "Fly as well as Luke did they not."
Mara, suddenly irritated beyond words, kicked a rock which disappeared into the murky waters on her left. This was going nowhere.
Ignoring the Jedi Master once and for all, she slumped back on the rock, hopelessness taking over. She buried her head in her hands. Yoda said nothing, just stood, leaning on his cane.
After a few moments Mara gathered herself and decided to make the best of the situation. "Was it here that you taught Luke, Master Yoda?"
"Here it was." The old face crinkled in pride. "Good student he was. Impatient and young, but strong the Force is in him."
Mara nodded silently.
"And strong is the Force in you as well, Mara Jade."
"Why do you say that?" She wasn't in the mood for compliments.
"Wisely has Skywalker chosen, more wisely than his father."
"How can you say that?" Mara blurted out, "As if I'm not the riskiest of choices for him."
"Easy options rarely the right are, Mara Jade. Easy is the Dark Side, easy the choice to pursue power instead of protecting it." His voice was calm and somehow soothing.
"Much doubt I sense in you," Yoda continued gently and Mara felt his presence stretch to the edges of her own awareness. It was like a wisp of cloud floating at the edge of her mind. "Fear that not enough you are. That Luke not will see in you what see in others he did."
Tears filled Mara's eyes. Trust a Jedi Master to voice what she couldn't.
"His heart have you seen. See there doubt did you? Suspicion of your love, your allegiance, the side chosen by you?" Yoda asked her.
Mara wiped her eyes, hating the fact that her voice would sound pathetic. "No." It was the truth. She'd never doubted Luke's belief in her. Or the depth of his love.
"I just fear that this will never be over, that we have to fight our way until the day we die. I don't want to make his life any more difficult than it already is by making him carry what I have to. He's had his own past to dealt with, I don't want to make him put up with mine as well," she explained, and Master Yoda listened. Then he scuttled closer. Mara could now see him more clearly. He was illuminated by the Force, a shine the colour of starlight. It was beautiful, more beautiful than Mara had ever seen.
Master Yoda closed his eyes and searched for Mara in the Force. She met him halfway, letting his thoughts mix with hers.
She saw herself with Luke in the Hand of Thrawn. He was carrying her down the stairs after she'd gotten a nasty blaster hit to her shoulder. With the help of the Force Mara now saw into his mind, the all-consuming worry and desperation, even denial at the thought of losing her. It shook Luke's very being, the yearning to keep her, to take her to safety. Mara also felt the innermost struggle in him that followed the realization that Mara would not let him tackle the Chiss alone, that he'd have to witness her walking into danger by his side. That he was willing to suffer the fear of losing her in order of giving Mara her freedom moved Mara in a way nothing else could ever have.
Then her vision changed. She lay in a bunk with him, bodies entwined, clothes no longer needed. She felt his kisses, his caresses that bared her soul as well her as body, a feeling he helped subside by flowing into her counciousness as they joined as bodies as well as minds.
A darker one appeared. She lay in bed again, this time draped in white sheets at the Imperial Palace's medical wing. She could not move nor speak, could not open her eyes or fully regain consciousness, but she felt Luke, holding her hand, uttering meaningless words as unrestrained tears fell down his faces. He was scared, more scared than he'd ever been. The feeling crippled him, left him drained of all willpower. Oblivious to himself he called out to her in the Force, her spirit fluttering, her presence fading by the second.
Then the despair faded and she saw herself slightly older than in the previous images - or what is that what had happened earlier had changed her appearance by taking its toll on her? She was piloting a ship she'd never seen before, Luke sitting in the co-pilot's chair, using ion cannons as they blasted their way from a swarm of the strangest-looking - white, almost organic - fighters piloted by creatures with no Force presence.
One more image. A new presence in the Force, a premonitive one of someone who was a mixture of both her presence and Luke's. She understood that it was a close relation but could not identify. There was a definite sense of something beginning, something made of her own life force as well as Luke's. But this image dissolved quickly, and she was thrown back into reality.
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Thank you for reading. Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated - they're the fuel that feeds this creative furnace.
Heidi Ahlmen siirma6@surfeu.fi
ONLY TO BE ARCHIVED AT FANFICTION.NET
Timeline: Post- Vision of the Future, replacing Union
To M. For feedback, excellent company, fellowship in SW-madness and fun around the clock ;=) (Especially behind the wheel - I sure would like to see you with an X-wing!)
SPOILER ALERT: Planet of Twilight, Showdown at Centrepoint, Specter of The Past, Vision of The Future, Vector Prime as well as some later New Jedi Orders. (And naturally the Thrawn trilogy, how can anyone possibly avoid that? ;=)
WARPED UNIVERSE ALERT: For the sake of storytelling, Isard's not dead at all. Condolenses to those who get stomach cramps from the woman. I know what you're going through. Just thank the stars of Alderaan I didn't bring Callista back.
Star Wars: The Rising By Heidi Ahlmen (siirma6@surfeu.fi)
CHAPTER VII:
The comm rattled and Mara pressed the on button in an instant. "Solo?" she gasped into the receiver.
"Sure as Kessel."
Mara cheered silently. She hadn't gotten as far as Bilbringi space in the eight hours passed. Solo and Lando had been quick.
"Got any news for me?" Mara switched back to autopilot after making sure she had punched in the right final coordinates. She didn't want to collide with some rock.
"You bet," came Lando's voice on the relay. "First of all, this chap of yours disappeared some twenty years ago." His tone did not transmit the grim nature of the message.
"Great," Mara punched the control board in frustration.
"Wait," came Solo's voice, dripping with what seemed to Mara as unnecessary excitement, "There's much more."
"He indeed was a Corellian. He disappeared three years after Endor, in the Elrood section. He was in the lead of an Intelligence task force sent out to fight down Luke - of all people - they'd dug out some old log stating that his X-wing had once been recorded flying several times in and out of the planet Dagobah."
"Dagobah? Isn't that where Luke trained?" Mara asked. Now this was an interesting turn indeed.
Solo seemed to wonder for a minute. "Must've been. He disappeared somewhere in the system - it's a bit of a wildland down there according to Luke. Maybe there's something to it."
Finding an age-old pile of Imperial bones was hardly a major clue but it was the best she had.
"Thanks, you two. Where are you now? Any trouble?"
Lando coughed into the comm and Mara grimaced. The manners. "Still on Bastion. No prob, it's awfully quiet here. The treaty's obviously made a difference. The city seems almost half-empty."
It didn't sound like the Imperial capital Mara had once known. "Maybe they finally got tired of the kraythole and set out to find alternative careers." At least she could hope so, even if it didn't fit the picture in her head. It had been long since the days of the Empire, she reminded herself. "Still, I wouldn't advice you to stick around."
"We'll restock and then call up Leia. Also, one of Falcon's shields is acting up. We'll do some repairs and then head our way."
Mara gritted her teeth. "Just don't get too comfortable in there." If Han Solo could walk into Bastion's libraries without being noticed or cared about, it could also mean the Imperials had more important business taking up their time.
"We'll see you on Coruscant, then? After you've checked this up?" Lando offered.
Mara answered yes, and after another curt warning to get out of Bastion, she pulled the Ice out of hyperspace and changed the coordinates again for the Dagobah system.
Pellaeon met up with Isard aboard the Judicator, still docked safely in military portal three. She was seeted at the command center, fingering the comm relay. "Come take a look at this," she said, tapping her finger at a datascreen. "I was alerted to this by a captain who was supposed to lead the Invids out. One of their dockyards was unexpectedly in use, and when they checked incoming areal logs they found something that could prove very useful."
The Admiral ran his finger down the line of ships logged in the comp. Then his face spread in a wide smile. "The Millennium Falcon."
Isard tapped the comm switch with her finger. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't," she joked.
Pellaeon simply nodded, anticipating.
Isard sat back down and pushed the comm switch. "All airborne units in sector eighteen. We've got unwelcomed visitors. Generals Solo and Calrissian aboard the ship Millennium Falcon. Seize after takeoff and bring aboard the Judicator for questioning. " She changed channel and clicked the switch again, this time her tone slightly different. "Destroyers Besiege and Coercive, permission to takeoff for rendezvous point."
She saluted Pellaeon and left the Star Destroyer for the headquarters before it took off with most of the fleet. War was not her cup of tea. Strategy and dominance were.
Dagobah. Mara had never been there, but Luke had told her about his Master who had once lived there - Master Yoda. During their most intense linking Mara had seen a few of Luke's memories of the tiny creature with one of the greatest Force abilities ever. All that Luke's mind contained of him were surrounded with a feeling of trust, respect and warmth.
But Dagobah was another thing. Luke had hated it - the swampy gutter, as he'd once referred to it. Mara now understood why after maneuvering the Ice through its atmosphere, cursing the thick wisps of smoke and methane that nearly blinded her sensor array. Somehow she managed to touch solid ground in the south without colliding into any of the old-looking, tangy trees. She'd chosen south because the sensors had shown many traces of ships on the planet surface and the largest one had been located near the sector she set her landing vector. The terrain in the south seemed also less tree- covered.
But less was just a relative term. The trees were everywhere anyway.
She set down the ramp and wandered out. The air was thick with a stale aroma, like the whole planet was decaying under her feet. There were pools of murky water everywhere, strange sounds making their way to the surface from the larger ones. Occasionally a wave rippled the algae-covered surface. Reptilian gurgling sounds replaced birdsong.
It wasn't cold but the humid air moisturized Mara's overalls, making her shiver. She stood for a moment, taking in her surroundings, clipped on her lightsaber, and decided to take a walk. It was unlikely she'd find anything, not the very moment, the least, so if she could make use of her time to getting accustomed to the place, it wouldn't be time wasted.
She walked around a what seemed a small lake nearby and returned to the vicinity of her ship as it became darker. It was never day on Dagobah - the planet was far from its harbouring star and the thick vegetation devoured most of the light anyway.
It was an eerie place - no habitation, well, except for those creatures causing the waves in the swamps. Darkness brought more noise - there were obviously some small nightly predators at work. Mara could sense their dinner first scuttling away in terror and then disappearing from the Force as they died in the claws of their pursuers.
And the Force was everywhere. Mara could not build such a barrier that would've blocked it all out. The planet was swarming with life. It filled Mara's entire awareness, thousands of creatures existing side by side. It reminded beautifully what the Force was about - life itself, life that bound together all beings. Mara surrendered to it and allowed herself to be a part of it.
For a brief moment she thought of Callista and somehow understood her choice, even if she wanted to give the woman a good kicking for the way she'd made it. Being blocked out from the Force would have been more than blindness. Mara was unsure whether she herself could've handled it better than Callista. Or maybe 'handle' was the wrong word. 'Survived' would have described it more aptly.
Suddenly she felt something. Her hand flying to her lightsabre, she concentrated more carefully.
There had been a brief change in the Force. It hadn't been strong enough to call a tremor rather than a faint tingling. Mara relaxed as she sensed no danger. The change continued and Mara realized it was coming from someone using the Force rather than from the Force itself.
Then there was a presence. It was not like the presences of ordinary humans and aliens, nor was it a Jedi. It was something that consisted of the Force itself, a concentration of it that had a mind of its own.
And suddenly it was right behind her. Mara jumped up and turned.
Slowly and quietly, a blue shine began emanating from a nearby tree, and suddenly there was someone sitting on a thick branch near the ground.
Mara swallowed as she realized her throat was dry. Still no danger, even though her reason told her to slice first and then ask questions. But the feeling she got from the Force did not sanction such actions.
Mara blinked. The someone was a small creature with large ears, an accepting smile and wide brown robes hiding three-toed paws. She'd seen him before, and the faint blue light surrounding his almost transparent features did add to the ease of recognition.
"Master Yoda?" Mara gasped.
The creature slid off the branch and stood on the mossy ground. "Welcome, Mara Jade."
Mara sat down on a stone. The creature seemed to chuckle. "Startle you did I not?"
"You did, actually," Mara replied, "But not for long."
"Startle I did Luke too," Master Yoda replied and seemed to be lost in some amusing memory Mara could not share.
Mara didn't quite know what to say. Had it been her who had summoned this visit, or this Force-filled place? She decided for the business approach, hoping that Luke would've taken the time to teach her some etiquette on dealing with deceased Jedi Masters. "Master Yoda, I'm looking for a ship that probably crashed here sometime after the Emperor died."
"One I became with the Force long before that," Master Yoda replied, downing Mara's spirits, but continued, "But a ship there was. Imperials."
Mara raised her head, hope growing. "Do you know where it is?"
Yoda nodded sadly towards the small lake. "Fly as well as Luke did they not."
Mara, suddenly irritated beyond words, kicked a rock which disappeared into the murky waters on her left. This was going nowhere.
Ignoring the Jedi Master once and for all, she slumped back on the rock, hopelessness taking over. She buried her head in her hands. Yoda said nothing, just stood, leaning on his cane.
After a few moments Mara gathered herself and decided to make the best of the situation. "Was it here that you taught Luke, Master Yoda?"
"Here it was." The old face crinkled in pride. "Good student he was. Impatient and young, but strong the Force is in him."
Mara nodded silently.
"And strong is the Force in you as well, Mara Jade."
"Why do you say that?" She wasn't in the mood for compliments.
"Wisely has Skywalker chosen, more wisely than his father."
"How can you say that?" Mara blurted out, "As if I'm not the riskiest of choices for him."
"Easy options rarely the right are, Mara Jade. Easy is the Dark Side, easy the choice to pursue power instead of protecting it." His voice was calm and somehow soothing.
"Much doubt I sense in you," Yoda continued gently and Mara felt his presence stretch to the edges of her own awareness. It was like a wisp of cloud floating at the edge of her mind. "Fear that not enough you are. That Luke not will see in you what see in others he did."
Tears filled Mara's eyes. Trust a Jedi Master to voice what she couldn't.
"His heart have you seen. See there doubt did you? Suspicion of your love, your allegiance, the side chosen by you?" Yoda asked her.
Mara wiped her eyes, hating the fact that her voice would sound pathetic. "No." It was the truth. She'd never doubted Luke's belief in her. Or the depth of his love.
"I just fear that this will never be over, that we have to fight our way until the day we die. I don't want to make his life any more difficult than it already is by making him carry what I have to. He's had his own past to dealt with, I don't want to make him put up with mine as well," she explained, and Master Yoda listened. Then he scuttled closer. Mara could now see him more clearly. He was illuminated by the Force, a shine the colour of starlight. It was beautiful, more beautiful than Mara had ever seen.
Master Yoda closed his eyes and searched for Mara in the Force. She met him halfway, letting his thoughts mix with hers.
She saw herself with Luke in the Hand of Thrawn. He was carrying her down the stairs after she'd gotten a nasty blaster hit to her shoulder. With the help of the Force Mara now saw into his mind, the all-consuming worry and desperation, even denial at the thought of losing her. It shook Luke's very being, the yearning to keep her, to take her to safety. Mara also felt the innermost struggle in him that followed the realization that Mara would not let him tackle the Chiss alone, that he'd have to witness her walking into danger by his side. That he was willing to suffer the fear of losing her in order of giving Mara her freedom moved Mara in a way nothing else could ever have.
Then her vision changed. She lay in a bunk with him, bodies entwined, clothes no longer needed. She felt his kisses, his caresses that bared her soul as well her as body, a feeling he helped subside by flowing into her counciousness as they joined as bodies as well as minds.
A darker one appeared. She lay in bed again, this time draped in white sheets at the Imperial Palace's medical wing. She could not move nor speak, could not open her eyes or fully regain consciousness, but she felt Luke, holding her hand, uttering meaningless words as unrestrained tears fell down his faces. He was scared, more scared than he'd ever been. The feeling crippled him, left him drained of all willpower. Oblivious to himself he called out to her in the Force, her spirit fluttering, her presence fading by the second.
Then the despair faded and she saw herself slightly older than in the previous images - or what is that what had happened earlier had changed her appearance by taking its toll on her? She was piloting a ship she'd never seen before, Luke sitting in the co-pilot's chair, using ion cannons as they blasted their way from a swarm of the strangest-looking - white, almost organic - fighters piloted by creatures with no Force presence.
One more image. A new presence in the Force, a premonitive one of someone who was a mixture of both her presence and Luke's. She understood that it was a close relation but could not identify. There was a definite sense of something beginning, something made of her own life force as well as Luke's. But this image dissolved quickly, and she was thrown back into reality.
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Thank you for reading. Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated - they're the fuel that feeds this creative furnace.
Heidi Ahlmen siirma6@surfeu.fi