The Cafe at the End of Lantern Lane
Chapter 2 · free to read
They came back the very next evening. In one day, something had changed.
He did not look up at the path. He had known since morning.
It was the size of a rice barrel, painted all over with a hundred tiny pictures, and its light was the colour of weak tea.
A hundred years old this autumn. Nobody inside the cafe had planned to mention it.
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