The Cafe at the End of Lantern Lane
Chapter 13 · free to read
The rule had been written a hundred years earlier, in a much steadier hand.
It was the sketchbook that gave her the idea, by falling open at the drawings.
One picture on each: whoever lived in that house, drawn from memory, badly, by a nine-year-old.
The centenary moon would rise in four hours. Nobody had asked whether the village would come.
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