Summary
A porcelain-skinned orphan pirouettes from the sawdust of a provincial circus to the gas-lamps of Budapest, her heart strapped to a music box that only plays betrayal. Lili, half-moth, half-marionette, believes every spotlight is a sunrise; instead they are interrogation lamps. A ringmaster with waxed whiskers trades her for a thoroughbred, a viscount drapes her in tulle while betting on her fall, and a mesmerist—Bela Lugosi in velvet gloves—promises the city as her stage if she will only sign the invisible contract of silence. Somewhere between the trapeze’s lethal arc and the opera house’s gilded proscenium, her own reflection splits: one half keeps smiling for coins, the other learns that applause is the sound of wings being clipped in slow motion. When the final curtain drops, the orphan is gone; in her place stands a woman holding a guttering footlight like a shiv, ready to slit the throat of every fairy-tale that ever lied to her.
