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[sin_and_misery]

I'm waiting for you, Kenobi, Vader thought, broadcasting loudly enough through the Force that any nearby Jedi (or other sensitives) would cringe. The Sensoriums around him held a familiar image: the fiery surface of Mustafar. The hellish landscape occasionally flickered in and out, replaced with scenes from Vader's memory that bubbled too close to the surface.

The hour of your demise draws near.