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Tonight tells a new tale.
The dark hours are a time for stories, through tales told in hoarse voices or dreams in vivid isolation. Night and its gentle hand trace along tired eyes, lids falling like counterweights to open the curtains wide for the theater of the mind.
Here are the proud performers. Here are the wondrous sets, familiar or fantastical, filled with props that conjure magic with tricks of light, heat, and sound.
Let this primer serve as a playbill, a reference for all that was, is, and will be.
