True to his word, when Leda woke up the next morning a simple brown kimono with a black hakama was folded and waiting for her. Tsukihana came in like always with the breakfast tray and helped her to dress. For the first time since coming to this foreign time, Leda felt her pulse quicken with excitement. Today they would find the shrine. Maybe today she would go home.

            She wondered if she would go back to exact time she’d left, or if the same amount of time would have passed. She could imagine her friends sitting in a café, discussing what had happened to her. Would they think s...

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