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Dusan sat in a large, low-backed chair, furnished with red upholstery. The Master of the Dantooine Enclave meditated as he waited for his newest padawan to enter the small room. Barren of all decoration, the room was reminiscent of a prison cell. Tall, barred windows sat on the wall behind Dusan, and the stone floor matched the walls and ceiling in a monotonous gray hue. The master studied the opposite wall and door with a glazed eye, his mind traveling the cosmos. There he waited for his apprentice.