"Fox Street had gotten its name for a reason, and sometimes, especially toward dusk, the air took on a mysterious, deep red texture. At those moments, Mo felt a pair of beautiful, amber-colored eyes watching her. She'd sense a rust-colored tail, tip dipped in cream, disappearing just behind her...
Mo believed foxes lived here. And that they knew she was
looking for them.
Or, at least, one fox did. A certain one, graceful and beautiful, that she had seen in her dreams. And though it might take a very long time...someday that fox was going to reveal herself. To Mo."
— From What Happened on Fox Street
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