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said, hoping to stop the girl from leaving.
    Cerené stopped then turned around slowly. She looked even more worried now, “they are just a poor girl’s slippers,” she shrugged, “nothing special about them.”
    “I didn’t say they were special,” Snow White approached her. “I could give you better slippers.”
    “No.” Cerené reverted to her shyness again. What kind of secrets did this girl hide?
    Snow White didn’t push her. She already knew these weren’t ordinary slippers, but what was the point of insisting to know?
    Cerené stopped at the door on her way out again, “thank you,” she said without looking back.
    “For what?” Snow White asked.
    “For talking to me like a human being,” she replied and left.
    Nineteenth century or not, Shew wasn’t fond of drama, but her curiousness about Cerené almost made her forget this was a dream.
    Confused, Snow White retreated to the chair in front of the mirror. Looking at her reflection, she was stunned at what suddenly began to happen.
    She was aging, and as she watched in astonishment, her body turned into the fourteen-year-old version of herself.
     
     

4
    A Garden of Graves
     
    So this is how this dream is going to work, shifting time whenever it wants?
    Puzzled, Shew rested her hands on the table, which transformed into strips of black and white, shorter strips of black and longer strips of white. The table was taking the shape of a large piano.
    Looking back in the mirror, she saw the whole room change behind her. She was being transported to another time and place in the dream, to a big echoing hall in the castle when she was around two or three years younger than she was in the Waking World.
    Finally, the mirror in front of her exploded into ashes that turned into ravens as they flew out of the window, and all she could hear was the annoying sound of a man who she believed was her music teacher.
    “This is the wrong note,” the man screamed and pulled his hair. He had hair like Einstein, and wore an oversized tuxedo. “This is a B# not B,” he poked keys furiously.
    Shew rolled her eyes, sitting with her hands on the piano. Who was this annoying man? She played several keys trying to comply.
    “That is even worse,” the veins in his neck throbbed. He looked like he was battling invisible bees pecking on his face. He was unusually hairy. “This is an A.”
    “A is good,” Shew tried to make a joke. “A+ is even better.”
    “What?” he glared at her, looking as if he was about to choke her with the piano’s strings, chop her fingers off and use them as keyboard keys. “What is an A+?”
    Ignoring the mad man behind her, she read the title of the melody she was supposed to play. It said:
     
    The Magic Flute in G major
    By Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
     
    “I’ll never understand why a piece of music named The Magic Flute is played on a piano,” she poked, knowing it would drive her teacher crazy. “It should be played on a flute , Mr.—” she didn’t know what to call him so she glanced back at the transcript and saw his name scribbled at the bottom. “Mr. Oddly Tune?” she scowled. “Are you sure it isn’t Dudley?”
    Oddly almost jumped, kicking his feet against the base of the piano.
    “She is making fun of you because you’re not firm with her,” the Queen of Sorrow called over the banister on the second floor. “I want her to memorize this song by noon and perform it at the ball we’re having tonight.”
    “But that’s impossible, my Queen,” Oddly said. “She's horrible.”
    “Don’t call my daughter horrible,” Carmilla said calmly. Oddly sweat beads the size of lemons. “Or I’ll have you hung by the noose.”
    “That’s not fair,” he mumbled. “I am a respected musician. I shook hands with Mozart himself."
    The Queen shook her head and left the hall, calling for her servants on the other side of the castle.
    “Don’t worry, Dudley,” Shew said. “I think I got it. This is an X minor,