Thousands of them

And then he froze. Beneath the porch, packed into every visible inch of space, were eggs. Thousands of them, piled almost to the beams, pale and round like oversized marbles. Ben’s brow furrowed as he blinked at the sight, uncertain if his eyes were deceiving him. This wasn’t a nest. It was more like a storage pile, deliberate and vast, too organized to be random. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, voice trembling with confusion.
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