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“Give it here, you clot,” hissed the third.

And when she held it to her ear, she heard three old women laughing—not cruelly, but with something like relief.

Then the middle sister plucked the eye from her socket and placed it in Alice’s hand. The eldest dropped the tooth into Alice’s other palm. It felt warm, like a sleeping coal. Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...

“You’ll what ?”

At the lake’s bottom was a door no larger than a rabbit hole. Alice knelt. “Give it here, you clot,” hissed the third

The fall this time was short and soft. She landed on her neighbor’s rug, the borrowed book still clutched in her hand. Outside, rain tapped the window. Everything was ordinary.

The first sister held up a single yellowed fang. “You want to go home? Then you must act . Not tumble. Not cry. Act . But the only door is at the bottom of the Cinder Lake, and the lake is guarded by the Jabberwock’s cousin.” The eldest dropped the tooth into Alice’s other palm

“I’ll need your eye,” Alice said.

She landed on a beach of gray sand beneath a sunless sky. Three figures sat on rocks by a motionless tide. They were old—older than stone, older than the Queen of Hearts’ last beheading. Their hair was cobweb-fine, their shawls woven from twilight. And they were passing something between them: a single, milky-white eyeball.

She walked anyway.

The three sisters stopped.