The Golden Master
The brush in your hand is trembling, a fine, high-frequency vibration that you have mistaken for the cold seeping through the basement floorboards, but as you dip the bristles into the conservation gel and touch the page, you know it is the tension in your shoulder, the knot of muscle that has been tightening for three years since you first pulled this ledger from the damp box in the municipal...
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