The Medicine Seller didn't ask for clarification. This woman spoke as though he should know what Erebus and Nyx were and it didn't do to appear ignorant. It was amazing how long one could keep the upper hand just by appearing to know everything - and people liked to talk, so the truth always came out eventually. There was, however, a vague stirring of recollection. Western gods from the Mediterranean. Long dead and footnotes in history. Maybe this door was why.

The ofuda disappeared into the recesses of his sleeve, and the Medicine Seller circled the door with something bordering on an expression in his mask-like features. It might have been interest. It might have been surprise.

"Many things that do not belong seem to... wash up here."