The knight rode through an unfamiliar forest and stopped for the night in the ruins of a grand palace.
That night, he dreamed of ghosts holding revels among the crumbling stone, their elegant dances heedless of the trees that grew between the stones of the courtyard. He let the apparition of a courtly lady lead him away from the festivities, and she moved a flagstone to reveal a cache of hidden treasure.
“So that the world does not forget us,” she said, pressing an ancient gold coin into his gauntleted hand.
He was still holding it when he woke up.

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