There is some element of truth in all fiction, and in most stories recounted as truth there will be some evasion or exaggeration, an aggrandisement of events otherwise
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When empty or unused, a theatre is termed “dark,” on the stage the ghost light playing its lonely vigil, illuminating the space so anyone who crosses knows the
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