'Somewhere out there, on the very fringes of memory, is buried the single word, 'effluvium'. And not far from that; 'the stage fills with blood'.'

Somewhere out there, on the very fringes of memory, is buried the single word, 'effluvium'. And not far from that, my best stage direction ever; 'the stage fills with blood'.

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