[As she stills, so does Thrawn— settling like silt at her back, standing only a few feet away in the full heat of the midday sun. There is no breeze, and without the protection of the buildings that now surround them in ruin, there is no shelter from it.
On this day, all things are laid bare.
And when she asks for an explanation, the Chiss does not answer.]
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On this day, all things are laid bare.
And when she asks for an explanation, the Chiss does not answer.]