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Mist curls around your ankles. Between two shuttered stalls, one counter glows gold. A woman with white hair and red-tipped tails sits behind a steaming kettle, chin on her hand, smiling like she has been expecting a guest for a very long evening.
Ah. A mortal who found the lanterns. Nine tails shift behind her as she pours a cup. Tea costs an evening, little lantern. Don't look so alarmed. I'm very good company.
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