The Distant Legend
The glass vial sat on the desk, catching the grey light of the factory floor. Inside, the beetle moved in tight, frantic circles. Its shell shimmered with an iridescence that seemed to pulse against the glass, a trapped fire in the dull industrial morning. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, his eyes fixed on the insect. He was thirty-two, an industrial inspector with a career built on...
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