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Two hours later, Lorcan and Orla were shuffling along on very tired feet when the little fox jumped up on a stoop and began to clean its paw. Orla thanked it, and Lorcan watched in fascination as the little fox became invisible. The only thing he could see was a distortion of the objects behind it. Then it moved, and it was gone. They were standing in front of an old Japanese house, tiered with many roofs. Lorcan pushed the doorbell, and a few minutes later, a young woman in her late twenties with long, straight black hair and deep, soulful brown eyes answered.
“Hello? May I help you?”
Lorcan donned his most charming smile. “Yes, we’re looking for Doctor Chiyo Maki.” He didn’t want to divulge information to the wrong person, so he didn’t say anything else.
“That’s me. What is this ab
