Scented
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Last published Sat, Feb 13, 2016
Alice was stuck in the middle of a house robbery gone wrong; in a panic, the robber shot Alice, leaving her for dead. Pediatric came in the nick of time, bringing Alice to the hospital, only to be stuck in a coma. Her parents never gave up hope. Months past, soon a year. Miraculously, Alice woke up, only to realize she's able to see smells through the eye she was shot at. Is this a blessing, or a curse?
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