“It is a new friendship indeed,” she replied. “Although I can assure you it is true. We met while she was searching for you. She called for me to help her, and I came. Just as I have come here to help you.” It was then I knew who stood before me. Someone who could travel between the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead. Someone who Hades would allow into his home. Someone old and powerful. “You are Hecate,” I responded. Hecate the witch. Hecate, older than even my grandfather and whose renown was so great that even Hades would not dare dispute her presence here. Hecate had come to my
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