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As the ushers opened the brass-handled doors, the scent of expensive perfume and old-theatre velvet washed over them. They climbed the spiral staircase, the anticipation thick enough to taste. When they finally took their seats, the Great Hall of Oz loomed before them, the massive mechanical Dragon Clock suspended above the stage, its red eyes glowing with silent promise. Maya reached out and gripped Leo’s hand

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The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the three thousand people. Then, the first orchestral blast of the overture hit—a jagged, thrilling chord that made the floorboards vibrate.

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The flickering neon of Times Square always felt like a heartbeat, but tonight, it pulsed with a specific, electric green.