Midnight

It’s midnight at the Opera Garnier, and it’s quiet, so very, very, quiet. The hustle and bustle that filled the rooms earlier that day is gone, quieted neither by the darkness of the night nor by the tolls of bells.

It’s quiet at the Opera for all have left – mysteries of long ago have been abandoned for now. In years to come the mysteries will be opened again and searched through, pored over. Investigations will be made – formal and not – and records will be written, inspiring millions.

But for now the Opera is silent and is content with just that.

A/N: This is the first in a series of 10 drabbles, each exactly 100 words focusing on those who worked at the Opera Garnier and those who lived there. Unless otherwise noted, these drabbles are based on the Leroux novel.

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