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“...how loooong, Finn?”He turned a page, not even bothering to look up.“How loooooooooong?”He turned another page, ignoring the whisper-complaining in his ear that had been going on for a good twenty minutes now. Granted, he’d been ignoring her for about nineteen of them at this point— which was impressive on its own considering they’d only walked into the prefectural library just thirty ago.“Fiiiiiinnnn.”

There wasn’t much actual table visible in front of him, thirty minutes of reading having turned it into a landfill of literature. Newspapers bound in volumes stacked several high were written all over in kanji and kana with the rare but occasional furigana for pronunciation assistance. A few folklore collections from the regional self sat out, Orin having flipped through to find anything with the word kamikakushi in it. He wasn’t that successful there, and he hadn’t seen much more luck with the binder of microfiche he’d paid up ten yen a sheet for. Today’s lead was a mountain road of a suspected ‘spiritual’ nature— a stretch of highway long past the prefectural line itself that went into the cedars. Apparently, thirty years past, people had driven one end and not come back out the opposite side. One article claimed a half dozen, the second claiming four, and the third one just said several.“Finny.”Another page was just a weather report for autumn ten years ago. Lots of rain.“Finny. If I die of boredom here, I shall haunt you.”“That’d be pretty neat, actually.” Finn hummed, not bothering to even look up. “You could make yourself useful and see if you can find anything on the other side.”

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