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a word here or phrase there, sometimes twisting below the distorting ripples of the aural surface. Mace
caught the words Jedi, and night-or knife- and something about look between the stars.

He frowned at the agent. "You can't clean this up?" 'This is cleaned up." The agent produced a datapad
from his trav-elcase, keyed it alight, and passed it to Mace. "We made a transcript. It's provisional. Best
we can do." The transcript was fragmentary, but enough to draw chills up Mace's arms: Jedi Temple.
taught (or possibly taut). dark. an enemy. But. Jedi. under cover of night.

One whisper was entirely clear. He read the words on the data-pad's screen as the whisper seemed to
come from just behind his shoulder.

,' use the night, and the night uses me.

He forgot to breathe. This was bad.

It got worse.

The whisper strengthened to a voice. A woman's voice.

Depa's voice.

On the datapad in his hand, and murmuring in the air behind his shoulder- ,' have become the darkness in
the jungle.

The recording went on. And on.

Her murmur drained him: of emotion, of strength, even of thought; the longer she rambled, the emptier he
got. Yet her final words still triggered a dull shock inside his chest.

She was talking to him.

I know you will come for me, Mace. You should never have sent me here. And I should never have
come. But what's done can never be undone. I knowyou think I've gone mad. I haven't. What's
happened to me is worse.

I've gone sane.

That's why you II come, Mace. That's why you'll have to.

Because nothing is more dangerous than a Jedi who's finally sane.

Her voice trailed off into the jungle-mutter.

No one moved or spoke. Mace sat with interlocked fingers supporting his chin. Yoda leaned on his cane,
eyes shut, mouth pinched with inner pain. Palpatine stared solemnly through the holographic jungle, as
though he saw something real beyond its boundary.

'That's-uh, that's all there is." The agent extended a hesitant hand to the holoprojector and flicked a
control. The jungle vanished like a bad dream.