33. Styx Was Very Still
Styx Was Very Still
It was as though the river went quiet too.
For a second, nothing could be heard,
no rush of water on the rocks.
No haunting voices from beyond.
Not even the stir of the bats
over our heads.
‘Hekate,’ she spoke,
her voice barely above a whisper.
‘The truth is, your mother…’
She hesitated.
My heart raced.
What happened to my mother?
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