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Standing in the center of the backstage hallway, Anna began to sing. She didn't sing a melody from the stolen book. She improvised. She let out a lament so pure, so piercing, and so heavy with betrayal that it seemed to freeze the very air in the theater.

The hooded figure stopped dead in his tracks at the end of the hall. The sheer, raw emotion pouring from her voice acted like a physical barrier. Overwhelmed by the beauty and guilt of the sound, the thief turned slowly. He was a rival singer from a competing theater troupe, tears streaming down his face. Trembling, he walked back and placed the stolen manuscript at her feet before bolting out into the rainy Venetian night. Arias_for_Anna_Renzi.part2.rar

Anna did not call for the guards. Instead, she did what she was born to do: she used her voice. Standing in the center of the backstage hallway,