“Brace yourselves,” Poole said—pointless advice. ”Harry dissolved into a spray of pixels. Nell made a slight, non-committal dip with her head. Or maybe the two of you were exactly the same, and you’re Wade Tanner in every way.
He thought I’d want to know. No matter what you achieve in the future, Michael Poole, this crime will always be at the root of you, gnawing away. ”I stared at the slate. Then we had to wait, the three of us plus Harry.
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