I come from a town called Story. There used to be lots of them, but there aren’t now. The Force got rid of them. One by one the Stories started disappearing until only a few were left; scattered and barely surviving.
The Force used to sit side by side with them, but then came the wars and with the wars came the blood. Everyone’s Story started looking the same. More and more people started joining the Force and their Stories would run out, stop supporting themselves, and eventually disappear.
Mine is still there. It’s alone and empty, but it’s there and I’m coming back to it. I’m going to save my Story no matter what it takes.
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