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The day Han goes back to his home world, he tucks the scrap of paper from the old man into his jacket, and heads to return to the Trader's Luck with his head held just a bit higher -- but not too high, because the last thing he wants Shrike to do is start asking questions.

The week that follows is normal, as normal can be for them. A few odd jobs on the side, a few afternoons standing outside a spaceport with a sad look in his eyes, listening to the quiet clink of credits and bits and ends getting dropped into the can he's holding in dirty-gloved hands. He mutters a response to those who give him money, and makes rude comments in his head about those who don't -- the usual.

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