Janet picked up the tweezers and gently pinched the top right corner of the yellowed page under the glass. Her hand shook as she lifted causing a little shimmy down the paper. Flecks of black dust floated in the air under the bright light. She clamped her wrist with her other hand to steady it.

“Breathe,” she murmured to herself and let out a small exhale. She focused on the humming of the machines that controlled the humidity and temperature.

She lifted the page again, slower this time, until it was hanging straight. She could see light through the page. There were small holes and tears and it was very thin in some places. She spun the tweezers in her hand and laid the page back down on its other side.

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