Tapping Louder
The tapping grew louder as the hours passed, echoing across insulated walls like a drumbeat. Each step Ben took triggered new responses—another wiggle, another sharp knock.
The sound rose into a chaotic rhythm, an orchestra of life waiting to erupt. He pressed a hand against one egg, feeling vibration. The realization hit him: this wasn’t just activity. It was a countdown.
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