This is a story about cannon fodder, and cannon fodder is particularly miserable.
This is a bloody story, told to you through someone else's mouth.
This is a very short story, only about 8,000 words according to statistics.
This is a completed story, so you can read it all in one go.
This is a tragic story, and the author seems not to have done enough torture.
Well, that's it (╯▽╰)
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