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Page Five

Psyche crosses the river and gathers the wool. Trial Three begins.

"Listen to the reeds, fair Psyche," whisper the reeds. "We are on your side." They blow in the wind as Psyche bravely crosses the river, gathering wool from the branches. "Okay...got them from the branches..." Psyche mumbles to herself, fistfuls of wool. Trial Three begins. Collecting water from the river Styx. The river is long and dangerous, surrounded by jagged cliffs.

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