Wendy:
Oh Slave in the Mirror, come from the farthest space.
[a bolt of lightning flashes in the mirror]
Wendy:
Through wind and rain I -
[she stops as he appears]
Slave in the Magic Mirror:
I am *here*, young mistress.
Wendy:
Oh my goodness you got here in a hurry. I didn't get to finish the magic words.
Slave in the Magic Mirror:
Well it so happened that I was *in* the neighborhood.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:06