“Is this theater haunted?” Becky wondered as she looked out at the empty seats of the Old Imperial Steampunk Theater. “The building next door is haunted. Master Li said so…he said it had a hungry ghost who eats little girls. But he might have just wanted me to leave.”
If the theater was haunted, the little urchin girl thought, she finally had an audience. One day, years from now, she would play to crowded concert halls filled with the living. But centuries on, today’s song might linger in the ears of the ghosts of New Babbage.