Arthur's heart did a small, familiar skip. This piece alone, once cleaned and waxed, was worth more than he had paid for the entire truckload. It was the jackpot that made wholesale buying a drug.
Written in iron gall ink, in a microscopic, beautiful hand, was a date and a name: October 14, 1884. The laughter of Alice M. upon seeing the sea for the first time.
Arthur walked among the stacked wooden pallets. They were shrink-wrapped in thick, yellowing plastic, looking like giant, rectangular cocoons. Through the hazy film, he could see the dark spines of leather books, the curved brass necks of Victorian microscopes, and the cold, unblinking eyes of taxidermied birds. buy wholesale antiques
Arthur was a wholesaler. He knew exactly how to sell this. He could sell the cabinet to a high-end prop house in the city. He could sell the vials individually as "curiosities" to the boutiques that sold crystals and taxidermy bats. At twenty dollars a vial, there was a fortune in this box. It was a perfect, highly profitable inventory.
He pulled another. June 3, 1891. The specific shade of blue of the sky over Marseille before the thunderstorm. Arthur's heart did a small, familiar skip
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He sat on a wooden stool, exhausted, a single bare bulb swinging above him. He took out his pocketknife and slit the yellow plastic of the first pallet. Written in iron gall ink, in a microscopic,
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