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Hector found the woman again in the graveyard, with two swans at her heels as she collected nettles. He made sure to keep his distance as he called to her, after that first time when she’d fallen over to get away from him and then one of those overgrown birds had attacked him. Her lavender curls bounced as her head turned towards him, as always she said nothing- however, Hector counted her smile a victory.