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- BB-8 extended a tube from his tool compartment and began blowing away some nearby sand. Gradually, an object appeared—long and metallic, with a still-sharp blade.
- Rey’s heart began to race as she picked it up, gripped its cold handle. This dagger. Those runes…
- Screams rending the air, the metallic scent of blood, the feel of blade against bone and sinew…
- Rey blinked the vision away, feeling sick. “Horrible things have happened with this,” she murmured.
- Poe took it from her, and a weight lifted from her shoulders when the dagger left her hand.
- “It has writing on it,” Poe said, studying the blade’s etchings.
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