Unbearable Heat
By the end of the second hour, the shed felt like an oven. The heat pressed down on them, clinging to their skin. Ben wiped his brow, shirt plastered to his back.
“I wouldn’t want to stay in here long,” he muttered. “It’s like a sauna.” Deep down, he knew this was perfect. The eggs wouldn’t just survive—they would thrive.
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