Late that night, when the house had gone quiet and the air smelled of damp pavement, the old woman stepped onto her porch to take out the trash—and froze.
Under the yellow glow of the streetlamp lay a shape that did not belong in her world.
At first, her mind refused to accept it. Her eyes traced the curve of a massive tail, the armored ridges along a motionless back, the faint glint of teeth behind a half-open jaw. She blinked hard, convinced her age was playing tricks on her.
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