Epilogue (Reprise)

**UNLIKELY TO BE CONTINUED**

It was difficult to imagine a time that her storage wasn't constantly ransacked by a bunch of kids looking for supplies to get through the Winter. It was annoying, sure, but she slept more soundly knowing that they could get whatever they needed from somewhere. It's not like she would miss some spare furs or a couple of food items that would end up getting thrown out anyway. So what if she left the vault door cracked open sometimes when the last Autumn leaves started falling from their branches? What the kids didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

A family's story told, taking place long after their deaths.

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An original work. Tags are completely subject to change. This story is based in Minecraft lore, but can be read without having the game as context (perhaps with some difficulty).

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