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"lost?"
ventress echoed, her voice dipping into that low, gravelly cadence, each word a deliberate drawl that seemed to vibrate through the silence.
she leaned forward, her gaze piercing, measuring.
"are you?" —-
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—- distrust and edged with anger, seemed softer as she gazed at nothing in particular.
ventress took a slow sip, eyes closing briefly as the bitter liquid slid down her throat. the warmth spread through her before answering.
". . .hello, little one."
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a steaming mug of something dark and fragrant rested on the table, the rich aroma cutting through the cantina’s dusty air. pale fingers wrapping around it as though savouring the warmth.
her sharp eyes, usually hardened with -—
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