Immediately, she hops back onto her bed, away from the scorching floorboards. A chill runs down her spine as she realises it is only noon. She should be asleep till dusk.
A warm gust of air.
“It cannot be,” she cries out as a certain fragrance hits her nose. Grabbing her thick coat, she inches closer to the small lattice window and peers out.
Blood red roses.
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