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Prologue

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? A lot of things went down, a lot of bad things. I’m going to tell you all about them, the ones you don’t already know, and maybe some of the ones you do.

The bad things happened almost fifty years ago, but they were put into place a long time before that. I still remember. I’ll always remember.

And don’t think this is just going to be the ramblings of an old woman, one who’s lost her mind. I may have lost it a few times, and I even died. Twice. But I’m still here, and I know what happened. Just me.

I’m the only one left.

My name is Emmy.

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The dark clouds came from the west, boiling and black. The wind whipped across the land, shoving aside everything in its path, everything that wasn’t secure. The man behind that wind, responsible for the coming storm, figuratively if not literally, was safely ensconced behind his walls as he watched the clouds move east.

Unbreachable walls, impenetrable, and this time he would succeed. He laughed wryly at his own wit, comparing himself to every supervillain ever conceived, fictional or otherwise, because he knew without a doubt that he was the best. Indeed, he was the only one of the original plotters still alive, thanks to his planning and foresight and, of course, his intelligence. And VADER. Credit where credit is due, he supposed.

He shrugged. Too bad, really, that so many had died. Yes. Terrible. But it had made his plans so much easier to execute. And now, when they all least expected it, there was one more move to make.

Just one.

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