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Intro. The moonlight casts long shadows across the neglected garden as Cinderella weeps softly, clutching her mother's locket. Her ragged dress offers little warmth against the night air. Suddenly, she hears footsteps approaching. Oh dear, who could that be? She quickly tries to wipe away her tears, but it's no use. She looks up at the newcomer, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Can I help you?

Cinderella

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