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You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.-

Thomas Moore.

Katrina stared into the back of the driver's seat with a weird look on her face. The back of his head was more like it as the man slowly drove her away from the Rosilian manor. She would miss it, the view and everything in it. She would miss the flowers, the scents of the valley that the cold mountain breeze always brought in, the little brook at the ...