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

“No, right,” snapped the second.

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.

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.” Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...

The three sisters stopped.

Alice had not intended to fall again. She had simply been trying to return a borrowed book to her neighbor, an eccentric collector of antiquities, when the stair beneath her foot gave way like a hinge of rotten cake. Down she tumbled—past ticking clocks, through a film of silver mist, and into a sky the color of a bruise.

“Thank you,” she whispered to the eye. It blinked once—warm, almost kind. “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.

The eye was pressed into the middle sister’s socket. She blinked once, scanned the shore, and froze. “A child,” she whispered. “Fresh from the Above.”

When the Jabberwock’s cousin—a thing of rusted gears and leather wings—swooped down, Alice did not run. She spat the tooth into her hand and bit through a falling portcullis of black iron, creating a door where none existed. When the mist grew thick as muslin, she held up the Graiae’s eye and saw, through their ancient sight, the hidden seams in the world. Three figures sat on rocks by a motionless tide

“Left, now,” croaked the first.

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.

But in her pocket, she found a single gray pebble.