9muses stack003 + Duplication

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To-night and every night… Like the Windmill Theatre during the blitz, the underground theater
of Moranbong kept playing, every day of the war. The sound of the bombardments disappeared,
swallowed up by the earth. Outside, Pyongyang burned, the roof lines changed form, the walls fell,
the doors slammed. Korean theater lived there for two years, a hundred meters beneath the hill,
with pyramidal corridors, Piranesian galleries, school benches and a wooden stage, buried like a fakir.