Stevie smiles wryly, “That’s the game rubbing off, it always does. No matter how perfect you think you are. No matter how righteous your fight is. The game corrupts many a good man to be his weapon, you are just it’s latest pawn, designed to take someone else’s.”
Harry scoffs.
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