The fist-sized splinter of amber is asphalt grey. Held within is a bee, its wings outstretched, angelic if not for the silvery haemolymph suspended in perpetuity, dripping from its abdomen. It hangs from a filigree chain, easy to break and without a protective barrier. But reach out to take it, and the contents of your stomach curdle. The plaque informs you that it was found in the abdomen of a factory worker. It does not give insight into whether it grew there naturally, or was placed there.