Lost in the moment as he sighs watching the suds of his beer shift, tilted back on his bar stool, Clyde Logan relaxes and closes his eyes, keeps them closed even as he hears the click-click of high heels approaching.
“Hello Stranger,” he hears a low, velvety voice say.
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All it takes for veteran catcher Ben Solo’s brain to turn off is for a pretty girl to appear.
Luckily, the game was called due to rain today.
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This figure who could be Ben, who looks as Ben had on Exegol—a Ben who might be her Ben.
Even as a Ben who cannot be her Ben stands impassive at her side.
"Rey?"
Even as he fades—soft blue light that forms this place slowly showing through the figure of her Ben—as she watches.
It is no surprise that the uncertain promised glory of spring is but a distant memory as Phee stands once more on the high battlements of a resolute fortress, for the bitter frost once again lingers in the clear air as the snow piles increasingly deep on the ground.
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