Maybe? Guess

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How the story goes,
And you are so confused,
And baby it's just like you,
To say anything else.

Could it really be under her nose, the next clue? Fajra stood before twenty-two eggs on the sands, as if a candidate. However, the eggs were only a few days hardened, and she was a Weyrwoman. Still, she tried to consider the situation as if she were a candidate. It had been her only immediate thought at truly thinking on the latest clue. Kalith had allowed her to go for the hunt, and then she allowed her back to search for the clue. It didn't seem fair or possible, for the next clue to lie on the sands. She considered it, hunted the sands for some sight, for some sign that she was right.

As she searched, her feet brushed against the hot, fine bits of rock, hunting for anything lying underneath. What other perils lay in the Weyr? A hatching was dangerous. Blood had stained their sands before. A candidate hoped and prayed to Impress. They gambled their chances, played a game of jeopardy. Was there another situation? W'al was busy, and hadn't been allowed in the sands by Kalith's order since she could hunt, and hunt she did. She continued her searching. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. Until she had some stroke of brilliance, Kalith wanted her there.

It's time for you to understand,
Stop getting up for the let down,
Oh, who you are is not up to them,
Stop getting up for the let down.

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Amongst the eggs, there's a large scrap of parchment and a necklace, the golden one that belongs to Avalle. The perpetrators must have buried it well before Kalith Flew, as no one would have been able to put it out there now!

Here's all the parchment says:

Last one in three largest; the ring holds deep secrets.

Last one in three; largest the ring holds deep secrets.

Last one in three; largest the ring holds deep secrets.

Good luck!