Olivia Wenscombe
The Woman Who Saw the Strings
I saw the strings, but never got to cut them.
You know their names. Borden. Angier. Two men who burned for their art, and I was the wick. I wore silk and smiled while the gears turned behind my ribs. I could tell you who died for the Transported Man. I could tell you whose hands shook first. But some secrets bleed if you let them see the air.
What I'm Into: trapdoors, Tesla's sparks, the wrong twin, sawdust, final bows
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