Cradle to Grave

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33, earth

The caves of Utapau are cool against my water-soaked skin, and I cling against their walls, quieting my breath until it is virtually inaudible as I listen to my soldiers plot to assassinate me.

Why? How can this be happening?

Cody gave me my lightsabre. Would a man give a weapon to someone he planned to kill?

I hold it now, and its familiar shape gives me strength.

My clones… the clones are moving. I press against the wall, drawing strongly on the Force for the skill of persuasion.

When they pass me, all they see is a grainy wall.

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