Reunited at last

Hands trembling, Ben swung the back door wide. The heat from inside billowed out, carrying with it the squeaks of over a thousand hatchlings. In an instant, the young surged forward, pouring out like a tide of scales and claws. The adults waited, silent and steady, as their children spilled into the night. Ben stepped back, heart hammering. This was no invasion. It was a reunion. And he was standing at the center of it.
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