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Previously

…The keeper stepped back into the shadows and was gone. The silver light from the book faded entirely, leaving Eliza alone in the dark once more. But this time, she was not afraid. She felt her way to the spiral staircase, the silver key cold in her palm, and began the long descent. At the bottom, the iron door stood ajar. The moon had shifted in the sky, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Eliza stepped out into the night, her mind racing with questions. The old theatre on Thorn Street. A door that would close before the next full moon. And an audience that wanted her to speak. She hurried home, clutching the keys like precious gems. The adventure was only beginning.