What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
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C. S. LewisThough it was bright sunshine everyone felt suddenly cold. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Aslan and the Witch herself. It was the oddest thing to see those two faces - the golden face and the dead-white face so close together. Not that the Witch looked Aslan exactly in his eyes; Mrs Beaver particularly noticed this.
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