He looked all around him, there was no doubt it was that house… the house he kept dreaming about. The same dream almost every night. He was walking alone in a dusty road when light caught his eyes, coming out of a window of a ruin. He climbed the stairs to a small room, the light was coming from the pile of gold coins on the floor, he rushed forth to pick it up and his eyes opened in his bed.
Well, he pinched himself to confirm, anyways he knew he was fully awake this time, he counted three and then almost ran up the stairs. The room was across the small passage, he ran to it. Right in the middle of the room was a row of earthen lamp, winking at him, dancing in soft breeze.
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