The life ahead of him would seemingly never again possess its former prestige; there would be no more delicious delicacies, no luxurious mansions, no expensive clothes.
There would no longer be attendants bustling about at his beck and call, nor flattering smiles directed his way.
Yet, as he thought of the duplicity with Freedom Country, of the fifteen million lives lost to his own mistaken decision, and of the green, tranquil expanse of tending crops in the fields... an unprecedented sense of peace and hope suddenly washed over him.
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