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The witch smiled, but her mirror-self wouldn’t. They both stood up. The princess cried on the other side of the crystal, “let me out, he will know, he will save me”. The witch approached the framed piece of glass, “but dear, he sees you in me. I didn’t hear him complain last night”. A blink of an eye, the witch’s velvet laugh, and the mirror, with its Alice trapped inside, fell to the floor and turned to dust.