Reunited at last
Hands trembling, Ben swung the back door wide. Heat billowed out, carrying the squeaks of over a thousand hatchlings. Instantly, the young surged forward, pouring out like a tide of scales.
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The adults waited, silent and steady, as their children spilled into the night. Ben stepped back, heart hammering. This wasn’t invasion. It was reunion. And he was standing at the center.
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