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//: Sibylla Abrantes //:
Dee’ja Peak slumbered beneath the weight of stormclouds, the sharp ridgelines swallowed in sheets of rain. The Abrantes estate, built into the cliffside like a sentinel of old Naboo stonework, stood lit in scattered fragments. Patrol lamps tracing the grounds where...