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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.”

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.

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...

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 acted,” said one.

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

The three sisters stopped.

Alice stepped forward, her patent-leather shoes crunching on pumice. “I beg your pardon. I’m looking for a way back to my own world. Are you… goddesses?”

“Let her keep the stone,” whispered the third. “Every Alice needs an extra eye in the dark.” The first sister held up a single yellowed fang