The Director's Curtain
The crimson velvet fell like blood from the ceiling of Theatre Royal on a Tuesday in November, 1887, and Arthur Pendelton did not yet know that he had been chosen. He had come to the theatre on an whim—a letter from his late father's solicitor had arrived three weeks prior, informing Arthur that he was the sole heir to a family that had produced nothing but disasters for four generations....
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