The conversation started in the dark where four women had gathered, seated on the floor of a small room at the back of the Chief Theater. The only light came from the glowing red letters of an exit sign over a backstage door and a grouping of small lights clustered around the lens of an infrared camera precariously positioned on a tripod.
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