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"Mr. Mirvish?" Arthur whispered, his voice cracking.

Arthur walked to the window and looked down. For a second, he saw the stage as it was—props, ropes, dust. But then, superimposed over the darkness, he saw the ghosts of productions past. He saw the high-kicking chorus lines of the 80s, the dramatic soliloquies, the weeping audiences. He saw the sheer weight of the emotions that had soaked into the walls over the decades. mirvish caa