A Tale from the Dark Side

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The black obelisk seemed to absorb even the meager illumination shed by Krayiss Two's twin moons. A hooded figure took slow, perfectly measured steps toward t he massive structure, keeping her hands hidden within the folds of her oversized robe.

"Taka zeech ma toka duuwaj," she muttered for the fourth time, precisely six heartbeats after her third intonation. Sith rites had to be followed with exacting care, for to abandon even one element of the prescribed procedure could spell doom for the uninitiated. And Vara Nreem did not wish to tempt the dark side by offering it an opening to exploit.

She took two more strides toward the obelisk, daring for a moment to glance at the perfect symmetry of its smooth face and the precise lines that marked its edges. Such wicked beauty.

"Taka zeech ma toka duuwaj," she chanted for the fifth time — or was it the fourth time? Her heart suddenly pumped, further distracting her. Calm down.

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