She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept.
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