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... as the night wind blew—colder than ever. His face was neutral, unreadable, yet his mind was deep in thought.
He began to wonder... Was he still the same man who had once longed for war?
Yes, he was.
In fact, he had practically longer for it—welcomed the idea of letting them strike first. He didn’t care. Back then, he had even looked forward to it.
But now... why the hesitation?
Was it because of his wife?
Because of the child she carried?
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