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A maze of gentle hedges surrounds the Elf Queen’s Glade.

I wander for days to solve it. I’m trapped, but unafraid.

Finally, yes, I step through. She sits there on her throne.

‘I’ve been waiting,’ she says. ‘Come closer. My, how you have grown.’

‘What’s that?’ I gasp. ‘Do you dare confirm what I’ve believed so long to be true?’

‘Give me your hand,’ she says, and then, ‘I’ve no other son but you.’

A maze of gentle hedges surrounds the Elf Queen’s Glade.

What joy to be a spider in the ever cool afternoon shade.

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