I went into the garage in the evening and found these eggs on the floor.
Dozens of pale, cracked shells lay scattered beneath the shelf, like something had quietly arrived, done its work, and slipped away without a trace. They didn’t look broken in a messy, accidental way—they looked opened, as if each one had been carefully split from within. For a moment, nothing made sense. No scratching sounds, no…
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