[ The contents of the house are the same as before. Same bones, same bottles. The kitchen area looks to have been used for cooking as well as mixing poisons or medicines.
There’s an egg. A hollow one, its contents long escaped from the shell through a crack and desiccated, thankfully long beyond the point of stench. It’s not much different to the other remnants of daily life left here, at least until their searching knocks it aside. It rolls, revealing the other side of the empty eggshell. ]
The fuck.
[ There, bleached in white on the brown eggshell, is a simple phrase. ‘THE LORD WILL BRING YOU LOW’ ]
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There’s an egg. A hollow one, its contents long escaped from the shell through a crack and desiccated, thankfully long beyond the point of stench. It’s not much different to the other remnants of daily life left here, at least until their searching knocks it aside. It rolls, revealing the other side of the empty eggshell. ]
The fuck.
[ There, bleached in white on the brown eggshell, is a simple phrase. ‘THE LORD WILL BRING YOU LOW’ ]