The Curtain of Hidden Desires
The Curtain of Hidden Desires Act I: The Premiere The fog came in on the tide that evening, thick and yellow as old linen, rolling through the streets of Covent Garden until the gas lamps became pale halos in the murk and the cobblestones gleamed like wet stone. Clara Whitmore stepped from the coach with her review notes folded inside her reticule and her collar turned up against the damp....
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