The first crunch wasn’t supposed to be terrifying. She’d ordered the kind of salad you pick when you’re trying to be good, the kind that feels safe. Then she saw them—tiny brown flecks tucked between the greens, lined up in a pattern that felt too precise, too intentional. Her stomach lurched as she realized the specks weren’t grains at all but eg… Continues…
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