Page 78 of Hekate: The Witch

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‘Nothing,’ I said abruptly. But he

raised his eyebrows and I relented.

‘I was in Asphodel some days ago

and I met an old woman.’

Charon’s eyes narrowed.

‘Was she in a black shroud?’

I nodded.

‘And did she have no eyes?’

I nodded again

and was greeted with silence.

Then I noticed Charon

had sat back in his seat.

Finally, at long last,

he spoke,

his words like

cold metal and ice.

‘The woman you met

was a Goddess, a Moirai.

She is the oldest

of the three Fates.’

‘What Are the Moirai?’

I asked this out of fear

and because I had never seen

Charon so serious.

Our friendship was made of

laughter and stories,

and to see him like this…

He reached across the table

and grasped my hand.

‘The Fates are dangerous,

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