Phantom of the Opera
A shadow of unease, a quickening pulse, an unnamed fear breathing on the collar of those who sit alone in their dressing rooms at the great Paris Opera.
An unbearable compulsion to glance quickly over a shoulder in the dark corridors to the stage would sometimes reveal a figure in evening clothes moving softly in the shadows—a figure no one could name. Nothing is done, however, until the disappeara...
A shadow of unease, a quickening pulse, an unnamed fear breathing on the collar of those who sit alone in their dressing rooms at the great Paris Opera.
An unbearable compulsion to glance quickly over a shoulder in the dark corridors to the stage would sometimes reveal a figure in evening clothes moving softly in the shadows—a figure no one could name. Nothing is done, however, until the disappeara...
