Here’s the latest from Fantha Tracks :
New fiction arrives from the era of Star Wars: The Old Republic, All That’s Left.
“Sa’har?”
That voice–so familiar, despite the years since she last heard it. It sounded impossibly far away, yet close enough that she swiveled her head in search of its owner.
“Sa’har–is that you?”
The voice, its edges rippling with echoes, was louder. Closer. She ran toward the sound, but her feet were heavy… like stone.
“Sa’har! I always knew you would find me. I’m… so happy to see you.”
And there he was.
Sa’har reached a trembling hand toward the brother she had not seen since she was taken to be trained by the Jedi. As her fingers inched closer, she could see her brother’s gaunt face was marred by fear, by hopelessness. Just below, a heavy, rusted chain was tangled around his neck.
But the moment Sa’har’s fingertips brushed the cold metal of his bonds, her vision blurred. A low, pulsing hum grew louder and louder; an unbearable heat washed over her body. She grasped for her brother wildly, with both arms, but he crumbled away, like dirt and ash, at her touch….
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