Analysing them
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The minutes dragged. Ben paced the garden, occasionally crouching to peer under the porch again. The eggs sat exactly as before, stacked in clusters that seemed almost deliberate.
They were smooth, slightly off-white, with a faint matte sheen. Tiny specks dotted some shells, but without touching, he couldn’t tell if they were dirt, stains, or something else.
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