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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.

“Lend it to me,” Alice said. “Just until I reach the door. You can see through it still—I’ll carry it in my palm. You’ll watch everything I do. If I lie or falter, you’ll know. And you can take your tooth back as well—I’ll bite through any rope or chain I find.”

“I’ll need your eye,” Alice said.

But in her pocket, she found a single gray pebble. Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...

Alice’s heart quickened. In Wonderland, she had learned to be brave. But this place had no rules at all.

“Child,” said the youngest Graia, “if you lose them, we will find you. Not in a year. Not in a century. Eventually .”

She placed the eye and the tooth on the final step, where the Graiae could retrieve them later. Then she pulled the handle. The fall this time was short and soft

Alice nodded. She tucked the eye into her coat pocket—where it immediately rolled to face forward—and slipped the tooth between her teeth. It fit like it had always been there.

A laugh like grinding bones. “Goddesses? We are the Graiae. Born old. Daughters of the sea. We share one eye and one tooth because we trust no one enough to have our own.”

“She gave us back,” said another.

“You’ll what ?”

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

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. Everything was ordinary

“No, right,” snapped the second.