I watched the other occupant of the catacombs beneath the opera house with benevolence.
Deformed from birth, he’d lived a hard life. But he had an unparalleled ear and a love of music. He could’ve changed the medium forever if humanity’s cruelty hadn’t forced him into hiding.
I did nothing as he played little tricks on the crew and pranked a succession of nouveau riche owners more interested in their investment than art.
But when he began stalking a chorus girl, I knew I’d let things go too far. It was time he saw what a real phantom could do.

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