The Crimson Debutante
Chapter One The theatre was cold on the nights when nobody came. Not literally cold—the boiler worked fine, Clara had checked—but there was a particular kind of cold that settled into the wooden seats and the peeling paint and the single bare bulb hanging over the stage when the audience was empty or nearly so. Clara didn't mind. She liked performing when the room was half-empty, because you...
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