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Queen Angeline gazed into her golden hand mirror, admiring her beauty, searching in vain for imperfection. But how long could that last? she wondered. All things fade. Even the dark musty archives in which she stood were free of dust and cobwebs once.

"Mirror, mirror," she said showily, "would that my beauty could last forever!"

"Ah, but it can," the reflection whispered back.

The queen was transfixed on the mirror more than before. It began to expand before her, giving a wider view of not only her own magnificence but her surroundings as well. Oddly, it did not reflect the walls and shelves of the archives, but rather a pastoral landscape filled with lush greenery and sparkling rivers. The mirror continued to widen, its round edges squaring off at the corners. Angeline reached towards her reflection, eager to trade her dreary environment for one that would better compliment her.

There was a flash, and suddenly she was staring at the archives again, without her own image to conceal them. She looked over her shoulder to see a bright, sunny field. She didn't feel the warm sun or the gentle breeze. In fact, she felt a little wet. Her trusty mirror was back in her hand, though, so all was well. She knew her beauty would remain preserved for centuries, perhaps even longer with proper restoration.

"Now if only someone will hang me in a place where I can address my subjects," she said. She reached up to brush a stray hair, but decided to wait until she dried. "Many queens have ruled from a gilded throne; a gilded frame should make no difference."

THE END... or is it?

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Description
Queen Angeline gazed into her golden hand mirror, admiring her beauty, searching in vain for imperfection. But how long could that last? she wondered. All things fade. Even the dark musty archives in which she stood were free of dust and cobwebs once.

"Mirror, mirror," she said showily, "would that my beauty could last forever!"

"Ah, but it can," the reflection whispered back.

The queen was transfixed on the mirror more than before. It began to expand before her, giving a wider view of not only her own magnificence but her surroundings as well. Oddly, it did not reflect the walls and shelves of the archives, but rather a pastoral landscape filled with lush greenery and sparkling rivers. The mirror continued to widen, its round edges squaring off at the corners. Angeline reached towards her reflection, eager to trade her dreary environment for one that would better compliment her.

There was a flash, and suddenly she was staring at the archives again, without her own image to conceal them. She looked over her shoulder to see a bright, sunny field. She didn't feel the warm sun or the gentle breeze. In fact, she felt a little wet. Her trusty mirror was back in her hand, though, so all was well. She knew her beauty would remain preserved for centuries, perhaps even longer with proper restoration.

"Now if only someone will hang me in a place where I can address my subjects," she said. She reached up to brush a stray hair, but decided to wait until she dried. "Many queens have ruled from a gilded throne; a gilded frame should make no difference."

THE END... or is it?

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