The box was where I had left it, lid open, the yellowed pages fanned out under the lamp.

I held the last sheet flat until the ink showed black instead of brown.

Lieutenant B.

Harmon.

1996.

I turned the lamp down and left the box unsigned.

I ran the archive copier four times before the page came out clean, then put the original back in its box and squared the lid.

Vance folded the copy once and slid it inside the black leather binder.