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The journey back was just as magical, the broom effortlessly gliding through the night. But as the clock struck midnight,

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The journey back was just as magical, the broom effortlessly gliding through the night. But as the clock struck midnight,

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The journey back was just as magical, the broom effortlessly gliding through the night.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence. But as the sky deepened into an indigo hue, Cinderella remembered the witch’s warning. She mounted the broom once more, guiding it back towards home.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude.

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For the first time in a long while, she felt free, her heart soaring with the wind.

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The broom responded to her every thoAs she neared it, she could see the windmill’s blades spinning gracefully, their movement harmonizing with the wind.
ught, guiding her towards the distant windmill.

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The broom responded to her every thought, guiding her towards the distant windmill.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence But as the sky deepened into an indigo hue, Cinderella remembered the witch’s warning. She mounted the broom once more, guiding it back towards home.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence But as the sky deepened into an indigo hue, Cinderella remembered the witch’s warning. She mounted the broom once more, guiding it back towards home.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence But as the sky deepened into an indigo hue, Cinderella remembered the witch’s warning. She mounted the broom once more, guiding it back towards home.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence But as the sky deepened into an indigo hue, Cinderella remembered the witch’s warning. She mounted the broom once more, guiding it back towards home.

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude. The whispers of the wind seemed to speak directly to her, comforting her with their gentle presence

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She spent a while exploring the windmill, reveling in its solitude.

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Cinderella alighted on the platform of the windmill, surrounded by the soft whirr of the sails. The view was breathtaking—fields of golden grain stretched out beneath her, and the village lights twinkled in the distance like a constellation fallen to earth. For the first time in a long while, she felt free, her heart soaring with the wind.

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Cinderella alighted on the platform of the windmill, surrounded by the soft whirr of the sails. The view was breathtaking—fields of golden grain stretched out beneath her, and the village lights twinkled in the distance like a constellation fallen to earth.

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Cinderella alighted on the platform of the windmill, surrounded by the soft whirr of the sails.

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The wind carried her swiftly across the fields and over the hills, the cool air rushing past her face. The broom responded to her every thought, guiding her towards the distant windmill.As she neared it, she could see the windmill’s blades spinning gracefully, their movement harmonizing with the wind.

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The wind carried her swiftly across the fields and over the hills, the cool air rushing past her face. The broom responded to her every thought, guiding her towards the distant windmill.

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The wind carried her swiftly across the fields and over the hills, the cool air rushing past her face.

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Cinderella approached, feeling a thrill of anticipation. She mounted the broom, and with a gentle push, it lifted off the ground, taking her into the air.

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The windmill stood tall and proud against the darkening sky. Its sails creaked rhythmically as they caught the evening breeze.

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The windmill stood tall and proud against the darkening sky

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With a nod of gratitude, Cinderella accepted the broom and watched as the witch disappeared into the night
As the moon rose high, casting its silvery glow across the landscape, Cinderella clutched the broom and made her way to the edge of the village.

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With a nod of gratitude, Cinderella accepted the broom and watched as the witch disappeared into the night
As the moon rose high, casting its silvery glow across the landscape, Cinderella clutched the broom and made her way to the edge of the village.

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With a nod of gratitude, Cinderella accepted the broom and watched as the witch disappeared into the night

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“This is a magic broom,” the witch explained. “It will take you where you need to go, but heed this warning: you must return before midnight, or you will lose your way.”

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From beneath her robe, the witch produced a broom unlike any other. Its handle was carved from a silvery woodand the bristles seemed to shimmer with an inner light.
“This is a magic broom,” the witch explained “It will take you where you need to go, but heed this warning: you must return before midnight, or you will lose your way.”

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From beneath her robe, the witch produced a broom unlike any other. Its handle was carved from a silvery woodand the bristles seemed to shimmer with an inner light.
“This is a magic broom,” the witch explained

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From beneath her robe, the witch produced a broom unlike any other. Its handle was carved from a silvery woodand the bristles seemed to shimmer with an inner light.

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From beneath her robe, the witch produced a broom unlike any other. Its handle was carved from a silvery woodand the bristles seemed to shimmer with an inner light.

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From beneath her robe, the witch produced a broom unlike any other. Its handle was carved from a silvery wood

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“I’ve seen you, dear child,” the witch said, her voice a soothing murmur.

“You’ve endured much, and the time has come for you to find your own path. I have a gift for you.”

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“I’ve seen you, dear child,” the witch said, her voice a soothing murmur.

“You’ve endured much, and the time has come for you to find your own path. I have a gift for you.”

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“I’ve seen you, dear child,” the witch said, her voice a soothing murmur.

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One evening, as twilight dipped the sky in shades of lavender and gold, a witch appeared at Cinderella’s door.
Cloaked in a robe of midnight blue, with eyes that twinkled like distant stars, she greeted Cinderella with a kind smile.

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