The horse is running as fast as he can. He is like a god of the wind, the breeze is like his legs and the clouds are like his mane. You enjoy the travel, but it soon ends when you get into a croosroad. An dark-dressed enchantress appears before you, she looks like a young woman but she has three heads of mare, she is hecate, the bestial goddess of crossroads.
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