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ISBN 978-1-4847-8684-0
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
To Eric,
Who is more Baze than he knows.
That which surrounds us, binds us.
In our connection to one, all is connected.
This is the truth of the Force, no more, no less:
Life binds the living.
That which rises must fall, and that which falls must rise.
From the first breath of the infant
To the last breath of the aged,
We are one, together.
—Kiru Hali, Sage of Uhnuhakka
From Collected Poems, Prayers, and Meditations on the Force,
Edited by Kozem Pel, Disciple of the Whills
“CHIRRUT ÎMWE,”
Silvanie Phest said. “We require the assistance of a Guardian.”
Chirrut Îmwe dropped his chin against his chest and smiled, but said nothing. Silvanie Phest’s voice was a comfort to him, a reminder of better days, and hearing her always gave him pleasure. She was an Anomid, one of a handful she had led from their homeworld of Yablari to Jedha. Anomids had no vocal chords, communicating with one another through a sophisticated and terribly subtle combination of hand and body language that, even were Chirrut not blind, he would never have been able to follow. Outside of the confines of her colony, Silvanie therefore employed a vocoder to communicate, and either through accident or intent the programming on the device had given her voice a delicate and subtle harmonic singsong. Even among the din of NiJedha, Chirrut found her voice soothing. There had been a time when that modulated voice had risen so beautifully in her devotions that every Guardian at the Temple of the Kyber would pause to hear it whenever she sang her prayers.
Then the Empire came to Jedha. The Imperials stripped the Temple of its artifacts, of its history. They barred the doors and posted stormtroopers around the perimeter, forbidding entrance if not forbidding devotion. The Di ............

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