She flipped to the final page. The book resisted. The spine creaked like a small animal in pain. Then it fell open.
"You know."
She pulled on her white cotton gloves, unlocked the case, and lifted out . The weight was wrong. It felt heavier than a bird, lighter than a heart. She opened it to a random page. avs-museum 100374
Then she deleted the last part. Some mysteries, she decided, were better left as whispers in a catalog. Let the next curator find out for themselves. She flipped to the final page