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Sarah didn't scoff, though she’d heard that claim three times this week. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the lid. Inside, resting on a bed of yellowed tissue paper, was a ball that had seen better days. The leather was the color of a toasted marshmallow.

"It’s authentic," Sarah said. "I can give you a fair price. Enough to fix whatever’s going on at home." Elias nodded, his shoulders dropping two inches. buy sell sports memorabilia near me

The bell above the door chimed with a rusted, metallic groan. Inside, the shop smelled of old leather and vanilla-scented cardboard. Boxes of 1980s baseball cards sat like dusty skyscrapers on every counter. Sarah didn't scoff, though she’d heard that claim

"Buying or selling?" she asked. Her eyes immediately dropped to the box. The leather was the color of a toasted marshmallow

She rotated it slowly under a magnifying lamp. There they were. Jackie Robinson. Roy Campanella. Duke Snider. The ink was faded, a ghostly blue against the hide, but the signatures were unmistakable.