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Spring is magical in the city of Seville. The air is saturated with the delicate perfume of the orange blossom and the city transforms into a sensually-rich celebration of religious tradition and pagan observation. There is something intoxicating about Seville in the month of March. But for one man, Diego Antonio Vargas, the fragrant winds of spring carry with them a disturbing perfume.
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Just turned nineteen, Diego is recently married, madly in love, soon to be a father, and on the right path -- until a tragedy derails him and spirals him into darkness.
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For many months, Diego lives lost -- until a chance encounter with a man from India offers him the promise of change. And like the Indian lotus, a beautiful white flower that grows out of the mud at the bottom of a dirty swamp, Diego rises through the darkness as he reaches for the light.
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