The Cafe at the End of Lantern Lane
Chapter 10 · free to read
The mountain rain had got into the woodpile. A cafe that cannot brew cannot earn anything at all.
Fox-fire does not need dry wood. Fox-fire has never needed anything.
The cafe brewed all night. Nobody counted the cups.
Five sparks, five nights. 'One fire, lent freely. Paid with: a fox who insists he is not helping.'
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