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Автор Джон Джексон Миллер
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L o s t T r i b e o f t h e S i t h # 3
PA R A G O N
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L o s t T r i b e o f t h e S i t h # 3
PA R A G O N
JOHN JACKSON MILLER
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BALLANTINE BOOKS • NEW YORK
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Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
2010 Del Rey eBook Edition
Copyright © 2010 by Lucasfilm Ltd. & ® or ™ where indicated. All Rights Reserved. Used Under Authorization.
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2010 by Lucasfilm Ltd. & ® or ™ where indicated. All Rights Reserved. Used Under Authorization.
Published in the United States by Del Rey, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. , New York.
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This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book
ISBN 978-0-345-51940-5
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Chapter One
4985 BBY
The water was as warm as it was every day, streaming from the marble slot high on the wall down onto Seelah’s body. There had been no refresher, no modern conve-niences for the Sith stranded on Kesh for fifteen standard years.
But they had learned to live with what they had.The glistening droplets of meltwater clinging to her brown skin had come from a glacier half a continent away. Keshiri uvak-fliers, their beasts laden with massive kegs, had ferried the water from that faraway place to the Sith’s mountain retreat. Rooftop attendants heated the water to her exact specifications, channeling it through a system thoroughly cleansed daily for mildew and other pollutants.
Below, Seelah meticulously raked at her wrist with pumice brought from the foot of the Sessal Spire, kilome-ters away. Keshiri artists had crafted the stones into pleasing shapes for her. The natives were more interested in appearance than function—but, in this, they had an ally.
Seelah looked with her usual disdain at the stall, con-structed for her personal use by her Sith brethren immediately after she’d moved into Commander Korsin’s chambers. The place was more a temple than a home.
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Well, she couldn’t have everything. Not here.
Fifteen years. That’s what it was by the Keshiri cal-endar, too—although who could trust that? She stepped dripping from the shower, wondering where the time had gone. Not to her body, she saw in the colossal mirror—working glass was another thing the Keshiri were good at. Twice a mother and living on food suited for farm animals back home, and yet Seelah looked as fit as she ever had. It had taken work. But time was one thing she’d had.
