Crimson blinked at him from inside the exhibit case.

Peter scanned the water boiler, the hazmat suit, the Bug: all dead for decades before he'd even been born. And yet, in a palm-sized panel on what would be the Bug's "belly," light flickered—four letters, starting with 'N' or 'H.'

Peter's tasks as assistant curator included trying to persuade people to buy miniature copies of the museum's collection; those copies lit up. The real things didn't . . .

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