The Huntsman’s eyes were flat, as though carved from moss-covered marble. Not the eyes of a man. But of a statue—perhaps a machine. Or a monster. Jasper felt his voice catch in his throat. “You’ve won. I’ve surrendered. Take me to the Asylum.” The Huntsman let out a slow breath, the only sign he was a living being at all. “I said you won!” Jasper said, his voice growing shrill. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. Then the Huntsman spoke, his voice as low as a church bell at a funeral. “For there to be people like them,” he said, looking down
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Now that is a good 3rd act breakdown
