[Hard Contact] Chapter 1: BEHOLD. A Jedi.

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The field of barq flowed from silver to ruby as the wind from the southwest bent the ripening grain in waves. It could have been a perfect late-summer day; instead it was turning into one of the worst days of Etain Tur-Mukan’s life.

Etain had run and run and she had nothing left in her. She flung herself flat between the furrows, not caring where she fell. Etain held her breath as something stinking and wet squelched under her.

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I adore that Etain's entry into the series isn't some high and all mighty, or disciplined and elegant like you would imagine the whole mystical vibe of a Jedi. No. She's literally knee deep in shit.