Adventures of a Playful Mummy

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…It shimmered with a light all its own, a miniature jewel against the muted tones of her linen. As she watched, the speck moved. It was a beetle, no bigger than her thumbnail, its carapace a mosaic of emerald and gold, reflecting the faint light of the tomb with an almost mischievous gleam. Its tiny legs, delicate as spun silk, twitched, and its antennae, like the finest threads of gold, quivered. The itch. It was this tiny creature, this minuscule interloper, that had dared to disturb her eternal peace. A wave of indignation, followed by a surge of bewildered amusement, washed over