A lightly traveled path peters out near a tiny mud-and-straw hut emerging incongruously from the forest floor like a previously-unnoticed blister. Surely a witch lives here! Creeping inside, there's a glimpse of her, toiling over her foul cauldron, consulting a magic book, and muttering to herself.

But suddenly, there is a knock; the prince has arrived, no doubt in search of a happily ever after. The witch rolls her warty eyes and shuffles towards the door, evincing a grim acceptance of her ignominious fate.

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