Lion leaned forward, his golden irises flashing. “You once told me fairy tales to build my courage. Remember Snow White? She was never the hero, only a damsel in distress. The witch had truly won, because Snow White did indeed eat the apple. There’s no prince here to save you. From your story, I wanted to be more like the Evil Queen, so thank you for that. And thank you for making my job easier after Tin failed. Now, you’ll stay silent as I bring you to Langwidere.” Dorothy tried to scream, to reach for her machete, to do something, but she couldn’t do anything besides watch as Lion started
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