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She tended to notice things others didn't. It was one of the few perks of being born with sightless eyes.
Everything has a scent, even gold. Especially gold. A subtly sweet, spicy musk she only got to smell when someone handed her a coin of that precious material for a bunch of flowers from her little stall.
She ran her nimble fingers over the bit of shine she had just been given for her biggest bouquet. The heavy coin was apparently stamped with a face, grinning and showing little teeth. Definitely not local. It felt like gold, though. She lifted the coin to her nose, waiting for the pretty aroma she enjoyed so rarely.
The trinket dropped to the floor as she hastily buried her nose in the nearest bunch of flowers, trying to cleanse the acrid smell of carrion from her nostrils.