Transcription: Poisoner, betrayer, slayer of kin, she feared the mirror. Sometimes she saw reflected there the most hideous and wicked crone the bearer of her crimes. Sometimes she saw she had lost so much, precisely nothing at all. She kept her rooms in the palace dark, the air still. But now Theseus was coming, and a restless breeze stirred there carrying small voices. Theseus is coming! He was to be king. These Theuses coming. The mirrors, enchanted, now showed only Theseus's progress from treason.
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