"I'll go second," said the actor. He climbed the steps and turned to the crowd. "It was three nights ago. I woke and music was playing in the attic. Not notes—names. They called in a chorus like a family reading a roll call. I opened the hatch. There was a mirror up there, not a mirror but a window into a house with another me who hadn't left the stage. He was watching me. When he smiled, my hands moved on their own. I woke with paint on my fingers and the smell of roses in my mouth. I told myself it was the theater. They took my lines."
There was a long, patient beat where the theater seemed to listen to the sound of her own regret. The raven-masked usher tilted his head. "Explain." horrorroyaletenokerar better
"That night, I found a card under my pillow." Mara reached and closed her fingers on nothing; the memory held the shape of paper. "It read: bring none but your name." "I'll go second," said the actor
"Name for name," intoned the bone-masked woman. "Rememberless for remembrance." I woke and music was playing in the attic
A man in the back made a small sound that was almost a laugh.