The Cafe at the End of Lantern Lane
Chapter 11 · free to read
Two nights, no visitors, no sparks. Rain does that to a mountain.
None of them had ever been drawn before. Yokai do not appear in photographs, and nobody had thought to try a pencil.
A hundred years of painted scenes, and the lantern had added one entirely by itself.
Six sparks, three nights. And the seventh, the ledger said, could not come from anybody already in the room.
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