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Chalacta looked different now.
Katarine Ryiah stood among the remains of the New Jedi Praxeum, surrounded by broken stone, scorched walls, and the lingering evidence of the Black Sun attack that had brought the school's first chapter to an abrupt end.
The inaugural class had been evacuated...
There were days when Katarine Ryiah could almost convince herself that she was getting better.
Almost.
She buried herself in the work because work had always been good at swallowing things like grief, loneliness, rage, men, and trauma. The dead had an irritating habit of staying dead when you...