Sweet Dreams
I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid.
A conservator’s solution, one designed to separate delicate archival paper without damaging the ink.
One careful drop falls along the edge of page twelve so I wait.
Five seconds then Ten.
The paper begins to separate almost imperceptibly. Someone had glued two pages together very carefully and Very professionally.
Holding my breath, I slide a thin ivory blade between them as the pages part. A hidden sheet unfolds from within and unlike everything before it…
This page contains only one sentence, written in hurried and uneven handwriting.