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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 

 𝟗 𝐀𝐁𝐘







THERE WAS NO SANCTUARY.

Chaos reigned.

All hell broke loose the moment the raiders had pillaged the refugee camp, and the sounds of blaster fire and screaming filled the air rancid with death and with blood. Fires ravaged the once fertile soil and thick smoke choked the sunset sky while the wails of dying mothers mixed with the screeches of emotionless droids.

"We'll be safe..."

A mother and her daughter huddled close together in a small rickety bunker. The girl buried her paint—streaked face into her mother's chest, tears running down her cheeks while little fingers grasped desperately onto thin scarves.

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