No woman was ever prettier. No woman was ever as powerful. She laughed at her own image staring from the other side of the mirror. All it took was an apple, a smile, and a light push towards the well. They would never find out. No one would ever notice. The witch had won this battle, and with it, she had secured the war. Her prince knocked on the door, “hurry, the ceremony will begin at once”.
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