Identifies fae by smell

I could smell a scent that I’d smelled once before, even if I’d been too distracted to think about it.

The Fae smelled like fresh cut grass combined with honeysuckle and morning dew. There was an undercurrent of an insectile smell in the middle of it all, but it was a smell I would never forget.

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The smell was growing stronger. It was everywhere on the wind; people were afraid, but the closer that I got to the sweet scent of the Fae, the stronger that scent grew.

As I ran, I saw people struggling with each other in the street. In the darkness they would have looked like silhouettes to each other. I zig zagged, slamming people against walls without stopping, creating eyes in my back to see the dazed people picking themselves up and stumbling away from each other, their conflicts forgotten.

There.

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Moon