The theatre was old and the chairs showed their age: their undersides scratched, cement-colored paint rubbed away around the edges, exposing the metal beneath. The red velvet insides looked the color of dried blood in the hazy pre-film light. The man pulled his aisle seat down like a lever and sat, grimacing at the lumpiness…

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