sacrilege

Kesh Arlo Renard Loneliness was not an emotion Prodigy ever expected to feel. Most machines never would. Right now, he envied them. Cursed his own knowledge. Pontificated the value of a simpler life. An ignorant life. One in which truth did not batter the gates of his mind, demanding to be set...

THULE A pyramid-shaped holocron popped in the flames. Shards of red crystal skittered off Saga's hands to melt little holes in the snow that leaked through gaps in the roof. He left off shoveling Sith books onto the stack and gave the increasingly aggressive fire some respectful space. He'd...