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SAPPHIRE

[The room is circular and surrounded by a series of ionic columns, the floor and ceiling stretching overhead fashioned out of cracked, white stone. The area beyond the columns is pitch black, and the room itself is lit only by dimly flickering candles. The candles rest on top of a stone table, which sits in the middle of the room.

And next to the candles rest four numbered boxes]

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[l-laughs a little, managing not to cough this time] Oh, how generous of him.

[moving one of its forelegs]

"You foolissssh heroesss can't sstand a little pain? How disssgussssting. I'll do it mysssself."

H-how wonderful of you to agree to this, Jabberwock ...

"I'm not doing thisss for your sssake, hero."

[and then Apple stabbed Jabberwock]

[HOW DOES THIS PLAY OUT ...]

[WE ARE TEAM OF STUBBORN PEOPLE. IT WILL PLAY OUT THE WAY WE WANT IT TO.]

[INDEED YES]

...To think she would be so cruel as to deny Jabberwock his moment of glory.

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