Semi-Coercive Imperialist
Chapter 221
Edmund Bwindol returned to the command tent.
Clatter.
He threw down his gun and sword and sank into the field chair.
"......"
The tent stood empty. Just him.
He let out a hollow sigh.
He stared up at the ceiling, unfocused.
Thoughts clung to his whole body like something out of a swamp.
He had lived his whole life inside a contradiction.
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