My uncle wasted no time. He laid out each item in front of the threshold.Holding me in one arm, my mother took the torch in her free hand. Standing at the familiar doorway, she closed her eyes and recited the ancient prayer, speaking each word carefully. "Key-Bearer, threefold goddess, guardian of crossroads, mistress of thresholds. Through your power, I heard my daughter's cries. Please lend me your strength once more."The flame flared, then abruptly went still, as though an invisible hand were holding the wick steady.Hecate appeared before me in a white robe, a torch in one hand and a mottled snake coiled around the other. A black hound lay curled at her feet.But no one else in the room seemed able to see her.Hecate circled my mother with light, graceful steps, then surveyed the birthing room.I grew anxious and let out a small whimper.Goddess, please help my mom.When she heard me, my mother instinctively held me tighter. "If you are here, please make the flame flicker three t
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