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Leather & Embers
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    Time 37m
Ongoing, First published Jul 16, 2020
Mature
Did I just get THE candle at Target? Yes. Is this whole fic inspired by a single candle? Yes. Is this the first fic I've written in about two years? Yes. 
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Juno doesn't remember much. Her dreams are her only outlet into the past she has forgotten, but they're vague glimpses--red clay steppes, a tent on fire...a friend. A friend whose face she can't make out, whose name has been lost to her for many years. 
Her first clear memory is the face of a woman--a mentor and guardian who took her under the wing of the greatest galactic empire in existence, the First Order. Grand Admiral Maeve Quintan. 
Now under the ward of the Grand Admiral, Juno serves the First Order as a lowly engineer, a cog in the giant machine--unimportant to any. But, when a not-so accidental accident occurs in front of the Commander himself, Juno is forced to remember her past and discover who she truly is.
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