A perfumer's apprentice has just been chosen to compose the fragrance that could save her master's dying house. There's one small problem she's telling absolutely no one: since the accident, she can't smell a thing. Luckily, she can still hear the roses.
Part 1 of 2 in The Score of Roses
Ondine aplastó el jazmín contra la nariz y respiró hondo. Nada. Ni el dulzor verde del alba, ni la nota cálida escondida bajo los pétalos.
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