The echo of boots on metal floors fills the corridor as Leia glides past rows of stormtroopers. Her gown whispers with each step, every inch of her posture trained into elegance. Yet when the doors seal behind her and silence wraps the chamber, her hands tremble. She gazes into her reflection—a woman who wears Imperial silk instead of Rebellion white—and whispers, “How much of me is left?”
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