stepped closer still. closed eyes covered hand own. ‘You smell violets — Deanna Raybourn, Silent Moor

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I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

Deanna Raybourn, Silent on the Moor

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