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"By midnight, you'll have run short on time."

The witch's words echoed in her mind as she tried to stop the spell cast on her. If she could stop the clock from striking midnight, she'd save herself from shrinking into oblivion.

If only she had figured it out before she had reached doll size, she could have stopped it while she still had the strength. She pulled down on the minute hand with all her might, but she could feel it ticking onward. As it moved ever so slightly toward her final moments, she could feel the doll clothes she wore slowly slipping off her dwindling body.

Her time was definitely dwindling away as well.

Tags: shrinking, shrunken woman, loose clothing, doll clothing, peril, magic

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Story by Scidram

Artwork by Pasquale Qualano, Ylenia Di Napoli

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