Every egg transported
Ben’s experience with chickens came rushing back. This was exactly the right temperature. Chicklets—or something stranger—would grow strong here. Still, the scale was staggering.
He leaned against the wall, rake propped beside him. Clinton slumped nearby, catching his breath, forehead shining. The silence between them carried weight. The next step was obvious, but the task itself would test their endurance.
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