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As he stands on the cliff top Luke can feel her coming, like a lodestone pulling in his chest. Her descent is a star falling through the upper atmosphere, the Force singing her approach. He wonders if this is how Ben had felt, if Luke had shone like a fire in the desert, if it had been warming or burning through to the heart of him. If he had sensed, as Luke now did, the eager searching of a novice mind for its first teacher.
Luke stifled a twitch in his unfleshed hand and thought on fathers, and their failings.