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Araeana studied Chikara's still form intently, looking for some hope to grab onto. The boy she had grown up with must still be there somewhere. But even if he wasn't, how could she ever know? Try as she might, she couldn't sense anything behind Chikara's hard mask of cold cruelty. Again, resenting her ineptitude with the force, she threw up her hands. "Where do you want me to start?"
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