The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
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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