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 The Librarian of the Praxeum A Star Wars fan fiction A tattered and ancient ARC-170 touched down in the Praxeum's hangar bay, engines humming with the occasional erratic clatter. A thin trail of dark-hued exhaust trickled out of the side of the starboard engine. The battered ship still bore faded fragments of its Clone Wars era paint, with symbols of the New Jedi Order stenciled over the ghost of the emblem of the Old Republic. The ship settled somewhat lopsidedly onto its tattered landing gear, the engines emitting a final crackle as they switched off and began winding down to a droning stop.   The starship's long front and rear canopi

 The Gloria in Northumbra That night was a calm and silent one in Northumbra. The clouds were still heavy from the receding storm, which had passed clear of the harbor without touching it. As I remember it could not have been later than five in the morning; King Lumin's sun-disk was not due to rise for some hours. I was of that age where I liked to think I could do what I liked, which often included slipping out of the house at all hours to take in the sights of the harbor. I was a bull-headed young Concord back then, my long-feathers had finally grown in and now that I could fly under my own power I had the whole world in my forelegs. I ha